Chapter 44

ALPHA ZADE

Damien and Dylan are seated at the VIP when I get there and it takes a great deal of patience to not knock my cousin's tooth off. All of them preferably.

"That was a quick one, even for a quickie." The idiot says, lifting his glass of brandy to his lips.

"You think she'd let him hit?" Dylan asks, laughing out loud.

He sounded so obnoxious and sure. My annoyance moved to him. He may not have been the author of the stupid plan but he seems to be enjoying my misery in equal rights.

"No way," Damien laughs, shaking his head, then he motions toward my crotch. "Thought he'd get someone to rid himself of that."

Dylan only laughs, then he looks up at me.

At this moment, I wished I was a dragon and not a werewolf then I would have spit fire at them and watched them burn.

"Did you take her back to the packhouse, that was actually fast." He nods his head in the direction of the door.

"No." I grumble and finally take a seat.