Page 72 of Wolf Outcasted


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“Please, Mr. McClair. I-I can fix this!”

“How? You’ve already made far too many mistakes to even be worth saving. Not to forget that you don’t have a strand of loyalty in you. I don’t like taking on gambles that won’t be in my favor, Emmanuel. Sadly, you’ve run out of luck which is why I suggest you hit the road or beg for mercy from the one person who can change your life.”

“D-Dammit,” Emmanuel whispered and was up and running straight out the door of the VIP section of the private club.

Mr. McClair sighed as he snapped his fingers. One of his guards swiftly moved and returned with half a glass of whisky.

“Thanks,” he praised and took the expensive glass in his grasp before taking a small sip. “Ah. That hits the fucking spot.” He seemed delighted at the taste of the alcoholic beverage before he took another deep inhale of his cigar and let the smoke out.

“Should I get you and your guest a glass?”

I walked out of the shadows, my hand in Willow’s as I tugged her out of our hiding place.

“Not necessary,” I calmly announced. “We’re driving.”

“That wouldn’t stop you from enjoying a drink with me, Neo Rose,” he announced as he opened his eyes to reveal his hazelnut orbs that began to shift to brilliant gold. I could feel the fae energy crackling through the air, but it didn’t seem to intimidate the person whom he was clearly targeting.

I glanced over my shoulder, noticing Willow’s energy wasn’t even focused on Mr. McClair. Instead, she was staring at where our target had run off to.

“Sweetness.” I tugged her attention to return my way, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the way her energy always spiked in glee whenever I acknowledged her.

“Aren’t we going to go after him?” she calmly voiced while she pouted those delicate lips. I knew she was itching to get her hands bloody but there’d be plenty of time for that.

“We don’t chase, Sweetness,” I hummed while my hand squeezed hers before I lifted it up so I could place my lips upon it. She shivered at the touch while I knew her gaze was solely locked on my red blindfold. “We attract.”

“That’s kinda sexy,” she voiced like we weren’t in front of other people. “Do that again.”

I chuckled and pulled her closer to me. Having her on an operation was weird and yet exhilarating, which wouldn’t be a good thing for our target.

It never was a good thing for me to be too excited.

“Later, Sweetness,” I urged. It felt like we were on a honeymoon high, but this initiation attempt would surely piss Dimitris off the moment he found out.

I’ll worry about that later.

“You’re right,” I went back to McClair’s previous statement. “However, I’m sure your eyes have acknowledged my guest so you understand what is currently happening.”

“Ah.” He grinned while his attention moved from me to Willow.

The way my blood felt like it was turning cold with each passing second was going to make me do something stupid, but the longer he analyzed Willow, the harder it was to not stab his eye sockets.

I guessed the growl that began to build in my chest made it to an audible level because his eyes made their way back to me.

“Sometimes I wonder if that blindfold is but a gimmick,” he calmly voiced. “I’m not stealing your woman, Neo.”

“Fae cunning liars,” I grumbled.

He chuckled. “That’s true, but I was genuinely curious about that necklace around her neck.”

I knew I should have told Willow to wear something that covered the very vivid medallion on her chest, but then again, I didn’t want her hiding what she’d worked hard for. The symbol not only acknowledged that she was officially upon the High Court as a Disciple but also gave her immunity in various ways.

Especially when it came to other supernatural beings like fae.

I was sure Sweetness didn’t understand the power she now carried with this upgrade, but I’d leave that to Viktor to explain and decipher. If Willow really needed information fast, I’d happily give it to her from the archives within my own blood.

The generations of wealth in the shape of knowledge.

“You like it?” Willow inquired. She looked far too happy for her own sinister good. “It’s Versace. Limited Magic Edition.”

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