Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 55

LILY

Do I think I am better than anyone else there!?!

I don’t think. I KNOW I am.

Of course, I can’t say that out loud.

What’s worse, the crowd keeps growing.

I’m angry. My wolf is snarling and barking in my head at the injustice of this situation. Like we should be inconvenienced. Ugh. This is the worst!

But on the the surface, I maintain my composure.

I have to.

It’s not long before more Sanitation Service Center workers, along with people sent by the police, arrive to help look for the ring.

It’s ridiculous!

It’s freezing cold and me and Annabelle are surrounded by onlookers as we’re interrogated by the police, all while standing next to piles of garbage and breathing in waves of noxious fumes.

Needless to say, the ring ultimately is not found. When the police finally allow us to leave, I’m on the verge of vomiting from the stench.

"Lily, what do we do? This incident has been blown way out of proportion. They’re deeming it a criminal case.” Annabelle’s nervous.

She gets in my car and buckles her seatbelt.

I don’t mind the occasional prank or joke, but having the police involved is never a good thing. I can’t imagine my father will be okay with this. As Alpha he is adamant about only garnering positive media attention.

”Who on earth reported the case?” Annabelle asks. “Even the police came."

"I'll handle it. It’s not like the case can be resolved," I tell her.

Inwardly, I’m feeling very unsettled by this.

Although I’m less worried about the criminal case and more concerned about my self-image. As a celebrity who was often photographed in high-class venues, to be seen spending the last hours beside piles of garbage… that will make for salacious headlines.

Between the fans, workers, and police, there were plenty of people at the scene recording me and I’m really worried this is going to start trending. That was all I needed. A viral video of me besides steaming piles of garbage. Ugh!

I call my agent then my publicist.

Finally, I call my father.

He’s going to be pissed.

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GRACE

I’m engulfed in the stench of garbage. It’s permeated my clothes, my hair, my hands. Although I wore gloves and had washed my hands multiple times, a faint odor still lingers.

Shame mounts in my stomach.

Jay will smell it.

There’s no way his wolf will miss it.

As for my body, even after changing out of my uniform into my street clothes and jacket, the smell’s still there.

"These rich people are too much. They just lose a ring and suddenly, we’re the ones tortured for it!? If it's such an expensive ring, why didn't they look after it more closely themselves?" Claire grumbles.

I’m too tired to say much. But I manage a few encouraging words for Claire before grabbing my bag and heading out.

It’s really late.

I’ve been on my feet working for sixteen hours straight. The street lamps are bright and the wind is blowing something fierce.