Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 77

SEAN

The red light turns green.

I’m about to start the car again, but my body suddenly stiffens. my wolf rumbles menacingly sensing

another wolf—a very very powerful wolf—in the vicinity.

“Who is that—“

The figure of the man who was called the most powerful Alpha in a century appears in my mind.

And this man. On the street corner with Grace.

This man's figure looks very much Alpha Reed!

However, that’s impossible. How could Jason possibly be by Grace's side? What a joke!

The driver in the car behind me honks his horn and I hit the gas quickly. But at this moment, the man

standing beside Grace looks in my direction. His face contorting aggressively.

My whole body, even my wolf freezes.

"Jason?!"

Is it really him? Even if his current outfit and hairstyle are different from my impression of him, that face

looks so similar to Jason Reed’s!

And the power…

It permeates the distance like a warning for any wolf to see.

My body stiffens as I drive through the light.

I debate pulling over or turning around. Every cell in his body wants me to whip a U-turn and go back

for a second look. Because this can’t be happening. I must be hallucinating.

The similarities, I can write off. But that signature Alpha presence? That’s not something physical, it’s

metaphysical.

I rub my eyes, then my chest.

Doubting all my senses.

If this is Alpha Reed. With Grace.

I stagger as the possibilities take shape.

All of them…will be disastrous for me.

Grace laughs up at me.

We ran a good half mile and she’s been laughing and daring me to catch her. For a small female and a

human, she’s quick.

My wolf relished in the game.

Everything was going fine until we rounded the corner and I sensed the presence of another wolf.

I grabbed Grace reflexively.

She’d thought it all part of the game until she’d seen my expression. “What’s wrong?” she asks

worriedly.

“Nothing.”

She tries to position herself in front of me which is just comical. I’m practically twice her size and she

pales in strength.

And a human against a wolf… it’s no contest.

I physically lift her up entirely and place her behind me.

“What is it?”

The Maybach rolled by and I watch the street, waiting to see if it will circle back. I don’t think Sean is

dumb enough to test his luck with me. But I’ve been wrong about people before.

“Please,” she whispers. “You’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing,” I say.

“Jay.”

"It's nothing. It's just that... I seemed to have seen a familiar face just now.”

”Was he your friend?"

"No, he and I aren't friends.”

We just might be enemies.

* * * * * * * * * *

SEAN

By the time I reach our lands, I’m on the verge of shifting and it has nothing to do with the full moon

rising and everything to do with the sight of Alpha Jason Reed standing hand-in-hand with my ex-

fiancee.

I rake a hand through my hair and whip the car around the circular drive in front of the mansion.

Dozens of cars line the driveway.

I need to calm the fuck down before I get out of this car because if I have to explain myself or what I’ve

seen tonight, I’m pretty sure it’ll spark drama the likes of which my pack has never before seen.

Surely, I must be mistaken, or perhaps the person standing beside Grace was someone who looked

similar to Alpha Jason. Of course, that was it. Wasn’t it said that everyone had a doppelganger out

there somewhere?

After all, how could a man like Jason, who was so powerful and wealthy, be with Grace?

Furthermore…vehicular manslaughter.

That alone would make the very notion of them being connected in some way completely improbably.

In what world would Jason Reed ever find himself with the woman who murdered his true love?

No one would believe me even if I were to say this out loud.

I get out of the car and slam the door.

I rub my eyes. I must really be tired. Or stressed.

My eyes were playing tricks on me.

My wolf Theo gives a rumble. I strip out of my shirt and toss it on the hood of my car. Next go my pants

and shoes, my watch and socks and underwear.

When I’m naked, I walk along the mansion toward the back of the grand house where close to a

hundred of my pack mates are lined up, waiting for me. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Lily stands beside my father.

Her body is lean and strong. She’s flawless as far as I can see.

“You’re late,” she tells me.

I smirk. “My deepest apologies to keep you waiting.”

She bats her eyes at me. “You’re always worth the wait, Sean.”

My father steps away now that I’ve arrived.

I take Lily’s hand and we face the many men and women of my pack who have turned out for this fist

run of the new season.

“My friends,” I say, addressing them, one and all.

We are a proud pack. A strong one.

“This night marks the first of many. Our strength shall only grow.” I hold up my and Lily’s joined hands.

“Our families shall grow larger.”

My pack cheers.

“Our combined resources will ensure the future of Pack Stevens!”

There are roars and shouts of approval.

Lily looks at me then she walks proudly in front of my pack. She’s not the least bit shy nor should she

be. My pack stares at her naked body and as she shifts into a stunning white wolf before their eyes,

they cheer uproariously.

I’m proud.

My wolf barks appreciatively.

I let him take over, shifting into my true form.

I’m going to run hard tonight. Then I’m going to fuck Lily senseless.

But my last thoughts before my wolf takes over aren’t of feeling free or the pleasures to come.

My last thoughts are of Grace Cummins and Jason Reed…