Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 60

Jason pauses for a while, I think to wait and see what we’ll do. He tells two hulking wolves that step out into this atrium, “They finish the job. Then don't let them step into this house again."

My father makes a sound. I’m in shock. That’s the only way to describe it.

This is a threat. We do as we says … or what?

I’m no fool. I know the power Jason wields. It’s what has allowed him to dominate every pack and company in this region.

Humans fear him.

All lower packs revere him.

There is no way we could survive a war with him.

What he lacks in wolves, he makes up in pure human force and finances. The man is one of the richest wolves in the world.

Jason's words were undoubtedly telling. If we left without finding the ring, it would mean severing all ties with the Reed Pack.

We can’t afford to make such an enemy.

And surely, Jason knows that.

The pool in front of us is not too deep, but it’s still about 100 square meters. Even worse, the bottom of the pool is covered with mud and algae, so it will not be easy to find a small ring.

I’m about to cry. "Dad, what should I do? Do I really have to go down and look for the ring? Can't we call someone or try and reason with Jason? This is ridiculous!”

“The man doesn’t give a shit about your excuses, Lily. Whatever trouble you've caused, you have to solve it yourself. If Pack Reed really breaks ties with our family, you know what will happen to us in the future!"

Since it’s related to the future of his family and pack, even though it I am his daughter, my father can not tolerate any resistance.

If Jason turned hostile, it would be a devastating blow to my pack.

I’m not dumb. If he were to come gunning for me, I won’t recover either.

Sean didn’t waste a moment in casting Grace aside when she killed my sister—Jason’s fiancee.

I shouldn’t think that he would be any more loyal to me.

“Well,” my father yells. Although he’s not my doting father now. “Get in the pond!”

He is fully my alpha. And he projects the power that he carries as the head of our pack into his command.

I feel helpless and embarrassed and the water is friggin cold. Is this how Grace felt when Greg accosted her at the club?

That had been a different pond. But a similar injustice.

Gods, this is awful. With every step my feet are stirring up the smily, muddy, smell bottom of the pool. Fish bump into my legs and even gum at my toes.

I scream.

“Stop the theatrics, Lily.”

My father is furious.

This level of embarrassment. What I’m being forced to do. It is as much an affront to him as it is to me. He is seething that he should be laid so low because of my actions.

Grace, that bitch!

If she had just stayed in prison.

If she had just died there… like she should have.

Damn it, instead of setting my guards on her grandfather and mauling him to death, I should’ve done that to her instead.

“Now LIly!”

The command compels me under the water where I thrash about with my hands feeling along the slimy silt for a single gold band.