Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Myself for not fighting for Madison? But how would that work? I can’t offer her more. I’m not human. I can’t buy a diamond engagement ring for the first woman I’ve slept with who feels like my equal.
Because Madison’s not my equal. She’s a terrible match for me simply because she’s a different species. We come from different worlds. She thinks it’s because of money and station, but it’s far deeper than that.
It’s biology.
Culture.
And to be with her, I’d have to forsake my entire family and pack. Something I’m not willing to do.
This termination of our sexual arrangement was inevitable. Probably better it came sooner than later.
My phone rings for the hundredth time. The guys have been blowing it up. Me leaving the party early wasn’t a shocker to them, but not answering their texts asking where I went is out of character. Now it’s Sunday night, and they haven’t heard from me, so I suspect they’re starting to worry. Enough that Ruby called Liz this afternoon to make sure I’m here.
This time it’s Billy. Since my wolf wants his blood, I pick up. “What?”
“Is…everything okay?”
I nearly crush my phone. “No, you asshat. I’m going to snap your neck when I see you.”
“Okay,” he says carefully. “Is this about the secretary?”
The outer case of the phone cracks. “I told you not to call her that.”
“Madison,” he amends. “I’m sorry, Alpha.”
“Don’t Alpha me. You obviously have no shred of respect for me or my position, or you wouldn’t interfere in my personal fucking business.”
Billy’s smart enough to keep his mouth shut. He’s lucky we’re having this conversation over the phone, or he’d be under my paws right now, bleeding from my fangs.
It gives me a moment to get my wolf’s rage back under control.
“You ever speak disrespectfully to her again, and I will cut off your fucking ears.”
I mean it.
Of course they would grow right back. Shifters have instant healing properties–another trait that makes us far superior to humans.
“Understood. I will…apologize.” He says the last word like his mouth is full of thistles.
“You won’t go near her again. There’s no need. You succeeded in humiliating her, and she ended it.”
I’m giving Billy too much credit. She didn’t end things because of him, but it gives me a cheap satisfaction to have someone besides myself to blame for it.
Madison has been well-defended from the beginning, and I’ve done nothing to knock down those walls. Given her nothing. Made her no promises. Of course she broke it off when we started to experience real affection for each other. But what could I offer her?
“Arrange the trip to Sweden for the Winter Pack Games.”
“Consider it done.” Billy wisely keeps the chortle of glee out of his voice, but I can imagine his triumphant expression. Cock sucker.
It only adds to my piss-off that he was probably right all along. I need to stop wasting my attention on my beautiful assistant and expend every effort to find an alpha she-wolf to mate.
If I don’t, I will be consumed by moon madness.
Chapter Thirteen
Madi
“Windows.” Blackthroat stands in the doorway of his office instead of calling me on the intercom. He’s shadow-eyed again today, his expression stamped in a deep scowl. It appears he forgot to shave this morning, or he slept at the office because his jaw is stubbled with more than a five o’clock shadow.
He’s truly been on a rampage–firing ten people in the two days he’s been back since the weekend. I’ve heard him slamming and throwing things in his office. Pacing. Raising his voice on the phone. Barking at nearly everyone, including his executive team.
Unbelievably, none of his anger has been directed toward me. It’s almost like he’s purposely walking on eggshells. With me, he’s been totally civil–bordering on polite.
I can’t quite decipher it. Surely he doesn’t believe I would ever file a sexual harassment suit against him. I know I tossed out the notion of me being unfireable after that first time we had sex, but I would never use that against him.
“Yes, sir?”
“Aiden Adalwulf sent me an offer for the Adirondack property. Call him and set up a meeting.”
My brows shoot up. “You’re selling the property you just bought, sir?”
He tugs at the blue striped tie like it’s too tight, even though it’s already much looser than he usually wears it. “Tell him this is his one and only chance to buy it. If he brings me a certified check in the mid eight figures this afternoon, I won’t sell it to the other bidder.”
“Is there another bidder, sir?”
Three months ago I wouldn’t dare ask questions about his business. Three months ago, he would have shredded me like confetti for doing so. Now, though, he simply shakes his head. “There is not. I’m sweating him for sport.”
He seems to be sweating everyone for sport this week.