Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 154

"So what if that's so? As long as I wish for it, I can make her comparable to any notable female in the

city!" Jason retorted.

"Don't forget how your father died!" Mr. Reed spat through ground teeth.

Jason's gaze darkened. "I haven't forgotten. Even if I truly want to be with her, it doesn't mean that I will NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

give her my life. I'm not my father. I won't die or live for a woman, let alone be controlled by a woman!

I'm always the one in control!"

Old Alpha Reed huffed coolly. "You came to see me today just to say that?"

"No," Jason replied, calmly now. "I want you to stay away from her!"

Mr. Reed narrowed his eyes but kept a straight face as he angrily asked, "What do you mean by that?

Are you threatening your grandfather? Can it be that this old man isn't as important as a woman?"

"Grandpa, I'm just telling you. She’s not a threat," Jason said with a light chuckle. "I told you to stay

away from her. No matter the relationship between me and her, you are to stay away from her. Of

course, I don't know how I would react if you laid a finger on her. Why don't you try?"

Mr. Reed's expression changed subtly and in an instant, he felt a trembling fear.

"This is the heir I've cultivated…” he grumbled. “Disrespecting the wolf who raised you. Bah!”

Jason smirked. “I’m just asking you not to cause trouble, Grandpa. You may act like you’re retired, but

we all know, you can make people suffer if you want to.”

The Old Alpha smiles. "What do you like about Grace?" He could not help asking. "There are so many

young females, in our pack and the surrounding regions. Plenty of them have both beauty and brains,

coming from strong family backgrounds while some are multi-talented, and yet you only have eyes for a

woman who has been to prison."

"Maybe because she's a little dumb," Jason muttered.

Dumb enough to bring me back to the rental apartment.

Dumb enough to speak from the bottom of her heart to a stranger.

Dumb enough for me to love her so dearly.

This woman was imprisoned for three years and yet she hasn't become any smarter, and by that, I

mean harder. Her heart was still open. Her spirit remained kind.

She said my eyes were pretty and clean. She didn't look at them with the Old Alpha's disgust nor was

she infatuated like those other women. She had a sense of appreciation and... a feeling of

protectiveness.

And that was the irony, wasn’t it? Her protecting me.

As an executioner in the eyes of so many, and a ruthless Alpha who’d do anything to achieve my goals

by any means, that someone should try to save me.

"All right, Grandpa. I won't disturb your rest." Jason smiled and got up to leave.

Mr. Reed stared at the door as it opened and closed, a complicated expression on his face as if deep in

thought.

When Jason returned to the patient ward, Grace had already fallen asleep. He walked to her bedside

but did not switch on the light. He borrowed the moonlight shining through the window to study her

sleeping face.

There were still obvious tear stains on her face. He raised a hand and gently stroked her cheek. Did

she cry when he left?

How many tears did she shed? She's not someone who loves to cry. She's so calm when facing me as

if she could only resign to her hardships and yet, she cries when her back is turned.

"Grace..." Jason mumbled. "Since you've made me fall for you, then you should stay by my side, right?"