Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Brick grumbles but waves, and his face brightens when Madi blows him a kiss.
“Did we win?” I ask Vance, who’s watching us from the beach, covered in sand.
“Yeah. Nickel and Jake tackled me, but Sully got the ball to their goal when we all stopped to watch you guys wrestle.”
I pump my fist into the air. Our distraction tactic worked this time. It won’t work again, but winning once feels nice.
“Dumbass,” Jake signs at me, and we start insulting each other again in ASL.
A scent on the breeze alerts us that we have company. We turn as one to face the group of shifters walking up the beach towards us.
Jake signs in ASL, “Who are they?”
Shifters have a heightened sense of hearing. Knowing sign language gives our pack an edge when we don’t want to be overheard.
“King of Monaco and the top wolves in his pack,” Sully answers. “We sent word that we’d be here. As a courtesy.”
“Let’s say hello,” Brick says out loud in English, and we follow him up the beach, arranging ourselves in a loose formation with Brick at the head and me by his right hand.
The wolves facing us are big and burly. In the human world, they’d be clocked as body builders. The leader has a dark beard and a wild tangle of hair down his back. With his deeply tanned skin, he looks like a pirate. Sully gave Brick and I a dossier on him and his pack, so I know his family were shipping tycoons.
“Luka Atlantea,” Brick greets him. “Wolf King of Monaco.”
“Blackthroat.” Luka’s voice is deep and resonant. “The Wall Street Wonder. Welcome to my kingdom. We’re honored by your visit.”
“We’re the ones who are honored,” Brick must have dug deep to find some respect for King Luka because his words ring true.
“You are here to celebrate your upcoming nuptials, no?” Luka looks around as if searching for Brick’s mate.
“Yes. My bride is here with her friends.” Brick sweeps a hand out, indicating Madi and Aubrey at the spa. I tense slightly. My wolf doesn’t like calling attention to Aubrey. We don’t know these wolves.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sully shifting on either foot. He’s our security. He probably has wolves stationed all around the spa.
The thought makes me relax.
“We’re celebrating with a bachelor and bachelorette party,” Brick says. “It’s a human tradition.”
“Ah,” King Luka says. I don’t know what he’s thinking. His scent is overpowered by a thick cologne. His face is shadowed as he looks up at the human women.
I’m on edge. Brick being mated to a human is still a shock to other wolves. Human shifter pairings aren’t unheard of, but an alpha of a pack as large as ours would normally stick to tradition and find a strong shifter mate to keep the pack strong. At least, that’s the older way of thinking.
It’s my father’s way of thinking.
It used to be my way of thinking. But Madi proved her strength and proved me wrong.
Still, other packs might see Brick’s pairing as a weakness and decide to challenge him.
Is the King of Monaco one of them?
The guarded look disappears from Luka’s face like it never existed. His mouth stretches into a wide smile and opens his arms like an exuberant host. “Well, you cannot go to the casinos. They are owned by the vampires. Come aboard my yacht, and I’ll show you what Monaco is all about. Let us celebrate your mating, Atlantean style.”
“Thank you, we would love that,” Brick says.
I catch Sully’s eye. Looks like we’re going to party on a yacht with a bunch of strangers. Alcohol, a huge group of shifters, and two human females–including one who doesn’t know our kind exist.
Fuck.
What could possibly go wrong?
The Sea Maid is a two hundred million dollar superyacht owned by Atlantean Enterprises. At 75 meters, it’s the largest yacht in the dock. I heard the docking fees are over six figures a month.
At dusk, it glows like a jewel. It’s so huge, it might as well be a bright white city floating on the water.
I watch over Aubrey as we board the boat. For some reason, she and Madi were singing “You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon on the ride over. Now she, Madi, and Brick’s sisters Ruby and Scarlett ooh and ahh over the luxurious wood floors and white leather lounge area. Staff members in white and navy uniforms offer us glasses of prosecco. I wave mine away, and Aubrey grabs it and drinks it for me, her eyes sparkling. I’m glad she’s having a good time.
I notice our males are a lot less relaxed. I keep myself between the ladies and the Monaco pack wolves at all times. Luka allowed Sully’s team aboard the ship to do a security sweep. Sully himself okayed the trip, so I shouldn’t be on high alert.