Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 84

JASON

I laugh and let my canines drop. In the next second my hands are morphed into claws. I have Sean by the throat and dangling two feet in the air.

He sputters.

I squeeze tighter.

“What gave you the impression you were permitted to ask questions?”

Terrence clears his throat.

It’d be easy enough to snap this mutt’s neck. Oh, it’d likely start an all-out war. At least with the Stevens. When push comes to shove, I don’t think the Atkinson Pack has the balls to go head to head with me.

But maybe they’re feeling bold.

This young wolf certainly is.

Sean makes some choking sound.

I lift him higher and though he grabs my arm and tries to break my grip, he doesn’t actually fight against me.

Smart boy.

I’d tear his heart out.

“Would you like to settle this… differently?” Wolf to wolf, I mean. And already, my wolf, Theo, is prowling inside me, itching to break free.

Sean Stevens shakes his head.

He’s a pampered male. A wealthy elite that has not known struggle or what it really means to lead.

I wonder what it is that Grace ever saw in him.

I toss him aside in the next moment and he gasps as he hits the marble floor.

Terrence stands over him shaking his head. “I think it’s best you leave,” he advises. He hauls Sean to his feet and marches him toward the front door.

“When you shouldn't ask something, don’t.” Terrence shoulder-nudges Sean out of my house. Beneath his breath, he mutters, “How can you not understand this, Mr. Stevens?”

I wait until the door closes before walking back to the couch in the study.

My pulse is racing and I want to run and hunt and kill. I take took out a cheap mobile phone and make the one call that will bring me peace.

After a while, a gentle female voice sounds from the other end of the phone.

“Sister,” I say slowly. “ What do you want to eat for dinner? I'll bring it back for you.”

She chuckles. “Is that why you’re calling? I was worried. I’m glad it’s nothing more serious.”

I smile. “I think I might go hunting.”

“Oooh. That sounds lovely. Something fresh then.”

Even as a human, she still has a taste for the natural meats she likely would’ve eaten when she would shift and run free.

I still regret that she can’t.

My wolf howls low.

I rub my chest.

No, I laugh at him. It is not as good as hunting Sean Stevens.

The succession of the Alpha bloodline was all my grandfather cared about. What's more, half of the blood in my body came from that woman's.