Chapter 83
“You already know who I am but I’ll give you the benefit of doubt and start with the introductions again” The boy said, his focus fully on Quentin,
He stretched out a hand. “You can call me Hart. Tech expert and all around computer eccentric persona. I’m focused on information technology as I believe that it is the path that’s going to drive us to a superior future as werewolves.”
Quem accepted his hand and shook it firmly. “Quentin-”
“Billionaire philanthropist and renowned media figure. I know all that
There was a glint of amusement in Quentin’s eyes as he watched him, releasing the boy’s hand. “I’m guessing you dislike the traditional way of life
then.”
“What do you think? The boy chuckled. “Relying on claws and fangs in rule your packs? Primitive. I find it disgusting that people still fall back to such old practices.”
“Oh really? Sounds like you just find people who are werewolves disgusting.” Quentin retorted.
Hart’s eyes narrowed on the Alpha. For the slightest second, it seemed like there was going to be a standoff between the both of them.
Then Hart’s eyes flicked to me. I held my
my breath as his p
sgave remained fixed on me. He’d only just noticed I’d been standing a little bit close to the door.
His eyes widened just a little, his pupils dilating ever so slightly. Quentin followed his gaze and noticed I’d been spotted.
“Hart-”
The boy didn’t say a word, simply getting up from his seat and making his way towards me. He stopped just a little distance from me, a rosy colour dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose
Quentin immediately got out of his seat, making his way towards Hart in a bid to stop him from getting too close to me
He was a fraction too late as Hart had already leaned in and taken a small whiff of my scent. Quentin pulled him back just as his eyes had raised up to meet mine.
“And here you were talking about despising the instincts werewolves carry in their genes.” Quentin mocked.
“Oh please,” Hart’s eyes narrowed on him for some seconds before he turned back to me. There was a soft look in his eyes, like he’d be contented with just staring at me and getting to watch me in silence.
I leaned close to him, his scent hitting me immediately when I did. It was refreshing and relaxing, not like the musky scent that usually surrounded some male werewolves.
“Big talk for someone who obviously can’t stand with his words” Quentin folded his arms, staring pointedly at Hart.
“Come closer and say it. I dare you.” Hart glared at him.
They continued like that for a while, bickering with each other while throwing jabs that they were sure would have an effect on the other.
“That’s enough.” I finally said, unable to take the sound of their arguing any longer.
They both stopped and turned to me. Hart looked like he was more than happy to do that. I slowly shifted my gaze to Quentin.
“Why did you
you invite him here? I could have sworn
n he was just a teenage until you said his name.
Quentin let out a breath. “Because annoying as he might be, he’s the only way I’m going to find out where the Ghost Pack is based
I felt my heart lurch at his words. Quentin was dead set about finding my pack. My heart thrummed hard against my chest but otherwise, I kept a calm expression on my face.
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Chapter 83
My body had other plans though as all it could conclude on was that I was in danger. Lcould slir, my cells slowly trying to into a wolf.
A small breath left my lips as I willed my body to stay put. Turning into a will now before Quentin and Hart had not been part of my agereta wh coming hete.
“That’s child’s play,” Hart scoffed. “You underestimate me, Give me something händer ”
Quentin simply stared at him, an unamused look in his eyes. In a flash, Harr’s eyes narrowed down on Quentin.
Without a word, he lunged for Quentin pushing him a step back. Quentin didn’t look fazed
face
d by this and simply looked bark at Hart, a calm look on his
“Why do you want to look of Ghost Pack so had?” Hart asked. “I need to know what I’m getting to before I decided to put my all in ”
“Because.” Quentin said slowly, like he was speaking to a child. “I don’t want to be spied on by these guttering kingdom should have access to any info whatsoever about me or my group.
g werewolves anymore. No one in thi
His gaze flicked to me. “Well, except my mate of course.”
