Chapter 33 Furious

Caden was the head of the Four Great Packs in Rivemo and the rightful heir of the Eclipse Pack

Finister

He controlled dozens of companies under his name, with a combined market value in the hundreds of billions.

If there was anyone you didn’t want to cross, it was Cad

It was obvious from Dale’s reaction to Wendy and me earlier that he’d pieced together I had an unusual connection with Caden. That’s probably why he decided to step in.

I patted Dale on the shoulder, signaling that I didn’t need his protection.

Wendy and Lilian, those two low–level nuisances, were no match for me.

But Dale had already called in two werewolf warriors, who stood intimidatingly in front of Wendy and Lilian, blocking their path.

Seeing this, Wendy had no choice but to back down; being from another pack, she knew better than to challenge werewolf warriors–she’d only end up defeated.

“Ms. Sinclair, my sincerest apologies for not treating you better earlier. Please forgive us!”

I chuckled. Dale was proving to be quite perceptive. I decided then and there to give all my future orders

to them.

I nodded in acknowledgment, thanked Dale, and turned to leave.

As for Wendy, I didn’t care what conclusions she jumped to. It wasn’t like Caden, with his hectic schedule, would bother with such a trivial matter.

Still, seeing Wendy–that witch–gritting her teeth in frustration filled me with undeniable satisfaction.

Night fell, and by seven o’clock, I arrived on time for my appointment.

Chroma Lounge was Rivemon’s most luxurious bar, a place frequented exclusively by the wealthy and powerful werewolves.

“Rosie! O

here!” Ryan was already in a private booth, drinking and playing drinking games with a group

I walked over. “Ryan, your new

me. “Rosie, sit here. What would you like to drink? How about some red wine?

a drinker, so I smiled and shook my head. “No

he poured half at glass of red wine

birthday!” I didn’t decline further and drank it in one

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Chapter 33 Furious

voice floated through the

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red gown was singing Her shoulder–length wavy hair and charming demeanor captivated

resident singer here, I think her name is Angel, Ryan explained.

“She’s pretty good.”

bad, but she’s nowhere near as good as you. Rosie, it’s been so long since I’ve heard you sing. Why don’t

cheering. “Rosie, sing a song

with hopeful eyes. “Rosie, would you?”

my singing left a deep impression

glanced at the stage in the center of the

applause, I slowly made my way to the stage, dressed in

is for my dear friend

music began, I parted my lips and began to

my voice spread across the

Caden’s POV:

the second floor, I kept my eyes fixed

to discuss a deal, never

a bar, but I hadn’t thought much of

associates noticed my darkened expression and quickly tried to curry favor. “Mr. Holbrook, please try

green glass in his hand and found it unbearably irksome

even realize what

future Luna of my pack. Yet here she was, openly on a date with another man in a bar, even singing for

each passing thought. The next thing

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