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)
We shifters go into a huddle. “They’re telling the truth,” Jake says. We can smell when someone is lying.
“Could someone else in the company have hired the hitman?” Nickel asks. “Someone from the board?”
“They probably wouldn’t want the board getting wind of intellectual theft. They said it themselves, they hired people to toss the apartments. I don’t think they hired the hitman at all.” Brick turns to me and asks the question that’s going to keep me up at night. “If Sentience didn’t try to kill Aubrey, who did?”
My stomach roils. I don’t know, and I need to. It’s the only way to ensure that Aubrey will be safe. “We’re sure it wasn’t Luka’s pack?”
Nickel nods. “I can bark up that tree again, but my family connections didn’t think he had anything to do with it. Not his style.”
The elevator dings. It’s Thaddeus. He must be done taking care of the security team.
“How’s it going?” he asks.
“Not great,” Brick glances down at the CEO.
“Is it my turn?”
Everyone looks at me. I was looking forward to roughing up these guys and putting the fear of wolves into them. Now, I just want to get back to Aubrey and make sure she’s safe.
“Go ahead,” I say.
“Gentlemen, look this way,” Thaddeus says in smooth tones. The humans all focus on him.
We back away, letting the vampire do his work. He’ll convince them to shut down their operation and issue payments to the artists they stole from and sell the building to me.
By morning, Sentience will cease to exist. I didn’t get the hitman, but I can do this much.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Billy
Weddings are worse than galas. I’m playing usher in my tux because for some reason, that’s the tradition for groomsmen.
The street in front of the Plaza Hotel has been flooded with limos dropping off well-heeled society members. The doormen hold the doors, but our job is to check invites and escort guests to the banquet hall.
Everyone’s pitching in on usher duty–even Noah, who isn’t part of the wedding party or the pack but was invited at Madi’s request.
It’s been two days since we returned. I slept most of the flight back to the States while my body was still regenerating. I insisted Aubrey stay with me, citing the threats on her life from Sentience. We now know the hit didn’t come from Sentience.
Eventually the news of their demise will come out, but Brick and I decided to keep all this under wraps until after the wedding.
I’m hoping the target of the sniper was me–someone sent by Luka to ruin our vacation after I embarrassed him on his yacht. If that’s the case, Aubrey is safe, but I won’t sleep easy until I know for sure.
Aubrey’s been subdued since we returned–quieter than usual. I can’t tell if she’s freaked out about discovering I’m a wolf or still shaken up by the shooting. She’s definitely processing it all. I’m just grateful she hasn’t completely closed herself off from me.
I made love to her an hour ago–after she showered for the wedding–because my wolf needed my scent all over her for tonight’s event.
In a few moments, I’ll be escorting her down the aisle, Best Man to her Maid of Honor. As much as I scorn these human traditions, I’m looking forward to having the most beautiful female in New York on my arm. Most of the guests have arrived by now, but Noah and I stand outside in case there are any stragglers.
“What’s going over there?” Noah signs, pointing to the socialites heading in the hotel next door. It looks like there’s some other kind of gala or formal affair there.
“I don’t know,” I sign back. “It seems strange they would book two major events here the same night.”
A white limo pulls up. When a pale blond man gets out, I growl.
Noah must sense the vibration of it because he shoots me a look, then looks back.
My lips curl back from my teeth, and I spit out, “Aiden Adalwulf.” I start to finger spell Aiden, and Noah nods before I’m halfway through, understanding. His gaze jerks back across the street.
“He has to upstage Blackthroat’s wedding,” Noah observes, “by throwing his own event right next door.”
“Yes.” I make the sign at the same time I speak the word, my fist nodding with my head.
A slender, waifish female with the same moon-pale hair as Aiden climbs from the limo behind Aiden.
Noah’s body lurches forward, like he’s suddenly alert.
Aiden doesn’t wait for her or help her out of the limo. He walks in alone. The young she-wolf walks behind him demurely, head bowed like a servant.
“Who is that?” Noah signs.
I shake my head and sign back, “I’ve never seen her before, but I think that’s Aster. She’s a distant cousin to Aiden. I hear she’s the new pack seeress.” I have to finger spell seeress because it’s not an ASL word I’ve learned.