Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 60

Jason pauses for a while, I think to wait and see what we’ll do. He tells two hulking wolves that step out

into this atrium, “They finish the job. Then don't let them step into this house again."

My father makes a sound. I’m in shock. That’s the only way to describe it.

This is a threat. We do as we says … or what? Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I’m no fool. I know the power Jason wields. It’s what has allowed him to dominate every pack and

company in this region.

Humans fear him.

All lower packs revere him.

There is no way we could survive a war with him.

What he lacks in wolves, he makes up in pure human force and finances. The man is one of the richest

wolves in the world.

Jason's words were undoubtedly telling. If we left without finding the ring, it would mean severing all

ties with the Reed Pack.

We can’t afford to make such an enemy.

And surely, Jason knows that.

The pool in front of us is not too deep, but it’s still about 100 square meters. Even worse, the bottom of

the pool is covered with mud and algae, so it will not be easy to find a small ring.

I’m about to cry. "Dad, what should I do? Do I really have to go down and look for the ring? Can't we

call someone or try and reason with Jason? This is ridiculous!”

“The man doesn’t give a shit about your excuses, Lily. Whatever trouble you've caused, you have to

solve it yourself. If Pack Reed really breaks ties with our family, you know what will happen to us in the

future!"

Since it’s related to the future of his family and pack, even though it I am his daughter, my father can

not tolerate any resistance.

If Jason turned hostile, it would be a devastating blow to my pack.

I’m not dumb. If he were to come gunning for me, I won’t recover either.

Sean didn’t waste a moment in casting Grace aside when she killed my sister—Jason’s fiancee.

I shouldn’t think that he would be any more loyal to me.

“Well,” my father yells. Although he’s not my doting father now. “Get in the pond!”

He is fully my alpha. And he projects the power that he carries as the head of our pack into his

command.

I feel helpless and embarrassed and the water is friggin cold. Is this how Grace felt when Greg

accosted her at the club?

That had been a different pond. But a similar injustice.

Gods, this is awful. With every step my feet are stirring up the smily, muddy, smell bottom of the pool.

Fish bump into my legs and even gum at my toes.

I scream.

“Stop the theatrics, Lily.”

My father is furious.

This level of embarrassment. What I’m being forced to do. It is as much an affront to him as it is to me.

He is seething that he should be laid so low because of my actions.

Grace, that bitch!

If she had just stayed in prison.

If she had just died there… like she should have.

Damn it, instead of setting my guards on her grandfather and mauling him to death, I should’ve done

that to her instead.

“Now LIly!”

The command compels me under the water where I thrash about with my hands feeling along the slimy

silt for a single gold band.

I wince and scream several times as I scrape against rocks and god-knew-what.

What if there are turtles? I could lose a finger.

I’d shift to fight the cold and to see better, but Jason has forbidden it.

I did not expect Jason to take revenge for Grace.

And now that he had, I wonder what else he might do to me next…

* * * * * * * * *

JASON

When I return to the apartment, I see Grace washing clothes.

Her hands are soaked in ice-cold water and they are already red from the cold.

"Why don't you use hot water?” I ask, frowning.

"Hot water needs to be boiled, which will use a lot of electricity. Besides, if you wash with cold water for

a while, your hands will start to heat up." Grace soaks the clothes again and wrings them out to dry.

I grab her hands. They are so, so cold.

“Are you sure you can’t shift?” I ask quietly.

Her wolf… even in human form her wolf would give her added strength and heat.

She shakes her head. “After our trip to the cabin… I’d hoped. But…” She shrugs. “I was bound in silver

for a long long time, Jay. It kept me weak and sick and I think maybe my wolf was killed from that

poisoning.”

I can’t imagine enduring such a thing.

Prison was enough to break a person, without factoring in caging a wolf too.

”Next time, use hot water when you wash clothes,” I mumble. “Just use the electricity, and I will earn

the money," I say.

She laughs. Then she pats my shoulder. "It's alright, I should save money whenever I can. There'll be

many places to spend money in the future. How was dinner with your colleagues tonight, was it

enjoyable?"

"Not bad," I reply.

That was tonight’s excuse. I’ve created the story of ‘colleagues’ so that she’ll stop persisting in me

hunting for a better job.

To prove my point, I pull a couple hundred dollars from my pocket and place them on the kitchen table.

“Work was good today, sister.”

She claps her hands. “That’s wonderful, Jay!” She slides the money back to me. “You save it up and

set a goal. Something you want or that will help you achieve your dreams.”

My dreams? I snort.

She really is some pollyanna of wishful thinking.

I wonder if that’s her coping mechanism. Like she has to be continuously effervescent and optimistic

lest she really think about what’s happening in the world and in her pitiful life, she’ll collapse beneath

the weight of her disappointment.

But when I look at her bright eyes shining with hope and acceptance and affection… No. She’s just

this… good.

I can only hope that I’m doing some ‘good’ by teaching Lily a lesson.

"It seems to have grown a little longer," Grace mutters, bringing me back to reality.

"Jay, why don't I trim your hair for you? When it's long like this, it's got to be annoying, getting in your

face and whatnot.”

I laugh.

My hair is tied back during the day, and I only left it down around her and while in her environment so

people wouldn’t immediately recognize me.

She runs her hands through my hair again. “I think it will look so good,” she says as if already

envisioning it.

"Alright."