Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 90

Me and my group of of friends would often bet on whether Brian's new girlfriend would be the one to end his single life, but anyone who took that bet was destined to lose.

The man was living the single life—and loving it.

Brian was the sort of person who appeared to be courteous to others on the surface, but in reality, he never warmed up to anyone. I’ve known him long enough to know that Brian didn’t even like most people. Sure, Brian played the part and his impeccable manners compelled him to make small talk and be seen with all the right people, but Patrick knew that Brian didn’t give two shits for the social scene.

For Brian, it was all just a means to an end.

Come to think of it… Brian was very similar to Jason in that way.

Perhaps that’s why they had become friends.

Emily, Brian’s latest girlfriend, who was also a rising star in the entertainment industry, approaches us. She’s stunning—but that was to be expected—and popular, both within their circles and the larger entertainment community.

I saw her shift here during one of our crazier parties, and her wolf is lean and demure. A personality that isn’t much different from her human persona.

Me, I like my women with more spunk.

Brian was the heir to the largest entertainment company in the country, and it was very easy for him to make someone a star.

He’d done it several times.

Come to think of it, maybe that was why he had so many girlfriends. Why settle down with one when there was an endless stream of young women seeking fortune and fame?

Was it because of that dynamic that Brian didn’t take any single one of these women seriously?

I don’t know.

I do know that Brian dotes on every single one of his girlfriends, but when he stopped caring for them, there was no coming back from the breakup. He’d caused fallout with several packs for the drama. I tried to warn him. If you pick an alphas daughter, sweep her off her feet, you can’t get mad when she gets attached.

Maybe it was the challenge that kept the ladies coming.

I shrug and signal the bartender—my beta—to pour me another.

“Brian! I'm sorry I'm late,” Emily says gently. When she catches a glimpse of the bracelet in Brian's hand, she visibly paled.

It was almost comical how she fixated on that thin, silver bracelet that he was now playing with in his hand, instead of the diamond bracelet and ruby necklace that she’s wearing—jewelry that Brian had purchased for the young starlet.

The jewels she wore tonight close to ten million.

But that small silver bracelet… for some reason this silver bracelet was taboo.

I have known Brian for fifteen years, and I still didn’t know the significance of it.

After Emily sits down, her gaze lands on Jason, who was not far away. She’s taken aback. "That is... Alpha Reed, right? The Alpha Reed?”