Bastien is wearing a smug as fuck look when I walk into his penthouse with Mia on my arm. He was


    the one who alluded to me possibly having feelings for her, but I rejected the notionpletely. Of


    course, I was just fooling myself.


    I''m here to ask him if he''ll keep an eye on Mia while I''m away. This could have been a phone call, I


    am well aware of that but I needed to do this in person...he needs to know about me and Mia,


    anyway, anyway.


    “I''m going to say I called it, but you''ll probably scowl! at me the entire time,” he says with his arms


    crossed as he looks from Mia to me. “Dare I say congrattions?”


    “Shut the fuck up,” I say when he embraces me and chuckles, then he pulls away and frowns.


    "Did...you didn''t flinch when I embraced you,” he murmurs more to himself than to me. “Anyway,


    you said you wanted to talk?”


    I nod as we follow Bastien into his lounge, then I gesture for Mia to sit down on the sofa before I


    follow Bastien to the bar in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I''ll never understand why he chose


    to rule over Sin City instead of his birthright.


    I suppose if something awful happened to Mia, I wouldn''t want to stay in a ce that held all our


    wonderful memories, either.


    Bastien pours us each a ss of whiskey, but while he prepares it, my eyes go to Mia. She looks


    small and ufortable on Bastien’s plush sofa, her eyes flickering over his ridiculous amount of


    wealth on disy.


    I''ve never known Bastien to love money or status, but over thest few years, he''s amassed so much


    that I''m not sure what he does with it half the time. His pack is the wealthiest, even more so than


    Giovanni''s.


    I down my ss and cock my head towards Mia, who still looks out of ce. “The safest ce for


    her right now is next to you. Can she stay here until I return?”


    Bastien nods. “Of course, she can, but the auction is in three days, so I will be too busy to see to her.


    But she’s more than wee to stay here; you know how safe my penthouse is,” he says. “Are you


    leaving soon?”


    “Tomorrow, and I''ll be about five days at most,” I say and Bastien raises an eyebrow.


    “And you just assumed I''d say yes to housing your woman while you''re out trying to get yourself


    killed?” he asks with a scoff, and I can’t help but grin at him.


    “I''m your little brother; when have you ever been able to deny me?”


    "Cocky asshole,” he growls, then throws an arm around my neck while we walk over to Mia. “Now,


    will you please introduce me this time?”


    I walk over to my woman and pull her closer to me, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing


    the side of her head. “Mia, this is my brother, Alpha Bastien. Brother, this is the love of my life, Mia.”


    Mia''s heart rate spikes when I say this, and I notice the slight blush covering her cheeks. Even as


    intimidating as Bastien is, she maintains eye contact, and a burst of pride blooms in my chest.


    “It''s nice to finally meet you, Mia. Last time I saw you, you were still Mirabe,” he says with a grin


    and his eyebrow raised.


    “Mirabe died when Nikos saved me,” she says, her voice not wavering at all. “It''s a pleasure to


    formally meet you, Alpha Bastien.”


    He waves his hand in front of his face. “Please, if you''re going to be part of this family, then drop the


    formalities, little one. Call me Bastien. I hear we''ll be getting to know each other a little better over


    the next few days, yes?”


    She nods her head lightly, then peers up at me. “You''re leaving soon?”


    There''s a hint of anger behind her soft brown eyes and by the way she has her jaw clenched, I know


    I am in for the argument of my life.


    “That''s my cue to leave and tell you two to take the guest rooms off to your left. I still have a few


    things to arrange before the auction,” Bastien says, pping his hands together. “Make yourselves


    at home; I''ll have your luggage brought up.”


    “Thank you, brother,” I say with nothing but gratitude. If I didn’t have Bastien, Mia would have had


    to stay alone at the pack house. Bastien dips his head, then he walks towards his elevator and leaves


    us alone.Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Now I have to soothe Mia, who looks like she''s about to murder me.