Chapter 89


    Well, fuck it.


    If we’re in for an inch…


    ”Do you think she would still be willing to stay by my side?" I ask quietly.


    Two other guardse into the apartment. They stop abruptly and await instructions.


    “Let him shift,” I finally say.


    The man turns back to human and he’s muttering apologies before the other guards can even toss him


    clothes.


    “I’m not interested in your excuses.”


    Terrence intervenes. “Men, please escort Randy back to the mansion. He will be reassigned. If his


    wounds have not healed adequately, make sure he receives proper medical care.”


    When the three of them are gone, Terrence walks over to the kitchen and leans back agains the


    refrigerator. He crosses his feet.


    "Do you want Miss Cummins to continue to apany you?”


    I’m not sure what i want.


    So I don’t say anything.


    “Sir,” Terrence says quietly. “Could you fallen in love with Miss Cummins?"


    Love?


    I trace the scar on my chest. The one I got from the one female in this world who should have loved me


    forever and always.


    “There is no such thing as love. Love is for fools and greeting cards and bad movies.”


    “Forgive me, Alpha.”


    Love is for people like my father. Who choose to die rather than fight. Who could abandon me, his only


    son.


    “No, Terrence. There is no love in me.”


    “But you love our pack, our people. Your grandfather.”


    Iugh harshly.


    Was it not enough to have my father as an example? I would never be so weak or desperate, so


    pathetic as to be at the mercy of some other person. At most, I like Grace''spany. She’s kind and


    uplicated. She doesn’t pry too much and she isn’t trying to get something from me. Her presence


    gives me a sense offort.


    That’s all it was.


    "Don''t say this kind of thing in the future," I say coldly.


    Terrence shivers and immediately replies, “Yes, sir.”


    Without another word, he bows and leaves the building.


    * * * * * * * * * *


    PATRICK


    The lights are intoxicating in Club Luna.


    The atmosphere can only be described as extravagant.


    This is a shifter bar. One of only a handful within the city and though humans somehow manage to hear


    about the ce, there is a pack-only rule in ce for patrons.


    When I first bought the club andunched it, it was more because I was bored and I was still living in


    pack-maintained city buildings, which meant there were rules.


    Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Here. Anything goes.


    Shifting. Sex. Drugs. Fighting.


    More than a dozen wolves have died in our monthly fight nights.


    Bottom line…youe here… anything can happen.


    Which is why seeing Alpha Jason Reed in one of my clubs—especially this one—makes no sense.


    Jason is rigid. Controlled. Calcting.


    He rarely drinks. Never to excess. And he isn’t particrly keen on being around big groups of people.


    I leaned over and ask him, "Why did you want toe here?"


    Me and Jason could be considered childhood ymates. We had been ssmates throughout middle


    school and high school. As wolves we ran together—figuratively and literally—since the prestigious


    schools we attended were heavy on the oligarchs and future senators, and short on wolves.


    Of course, I know my good friend likes to keep quiet and Jason does not particrly care for social


    events.


    In all fairness, most of the time Jason would be bombarded by businessmen seeking hispany or


    women vying for his attention with dor-signs in their eyes.


    And that gets tedious. I can rted. On being harassed by people wanting money. Not on the women—


    they are always wee.


    I swirl my drink and take a sip. Jason isn’t a partier. He doesn’t drink to excess. He isn’t someone who


    cares about being seen at all the new, cool ces.


    “Seriously, bro. I invited you only out of habit. I didn’t think for a second that you’d actually show. What


    gives?”


    Jason stares at his drink before downing it. “Do I need a special reason toe out? Don''t you guys


    ask me all the time to join you?" Jason asks.


    “Fair enough. But that”s the point, really. We ask you to hang out all the time, and you very seldom say


    yes. What changed your mind tonight?”


    At this moment, a gorgeously dressed woman with exquisite makeup walks up to Jason and tries to


    start up a conversation with him.


    I thought for sure Jay would reject her. He seldom dallies with wolves. For an Alpha of his rank and


    standing it wouldn’t take much for a she-wolf to get the wrong idea. But Jason doesn’t send off this


    young woman. Instead he holds out his hand, inviting her to sit by his side.


    My eyes almost pop out of my eye sockets, when Jason orders her a drink.


    Why is he willing to let a woman get so close to him today? Had the sun... risen from the west this


    morning?!


    Maybe I’m drunk? I step away and grab my other friend, Brian Hart. Brian is of a simr height but


    bulkier, and while I’m light-hearted and a pleasure to be around, Brian gives Jason a run for the money


    in the serious department. Well, not with women. When ites to girls, Brian is never seen with the


    same one twice.


    We have that inmon.


    Brian stands beside the bar, ying with a silver bracelet. “Are you seeing this too?”


    Brianughs. “It appears our boy Jason is in quite a mood this evening.”


    That’s one way to put it. “You think he’s turning a corner?”


    Brian shrugs and spins the bracelet on his wrist. Once. Twice. Again and again.


    “What is with you and always wearing that silver bracelet?" I reach out and tried to grab the silver band.


    Brian jerks his wrist away. "Don''t touch it.” His eyes are a pale blue. And they sh dangerously like the


    arctic wolves from which he is descended…