Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

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Silas and I both laugh when he growls lowly under his breath when we find Jacob and his mom laughing at the exit door that leads to the courtyard. He doesn't say anything, just storms past hem.

Jacob doesn't say a word to me as Silas escorts us to wherever the hell my things are. A smile tugs at my lips because I know Jacob is going to put the moves on the Queen. In fact, I think he already is and she is one hundred percent falling for it. He's dressed nicely. There's not a single hair out of place. He smells great and he trimmed his beard to the setting I put on his electric trimmer. I hope it works out for him and maybe I need to talk to the King about his insecurity of letting his mother be happy again. She deserves that after birthing not one but two a****es. Three if we add the little girl. There is a team of Lycans ready to take what I want up to my room when we arrive. They've set everything up as if I were shopping at a bodega. The first thing I pick up is my urn. I growl at the Lycan that tries to take it from me as I tuck it under my arm. I hold up the black jar and smile.

missed you, Extra Crispy," I whisper to it.

"I

"Just touch what you want to be taken up, Silas tells me. "You too, sir,

"Thank you Silas," Jacob says,

I walk around looking for my things and tap them as I go

"Can some of this be taken to the dome as well?" I ask him. He straightens up and nods before waving someone over. whispers to them and they nod handing him an old price gun with black stickers

"Black sticker on what you want in the office," Silas hands it to me.

"Thank you." I call out to the man. He bows and goes back to his position.

"You have an office?" Jacob asks.

weren't talking to

He

the only person I have left is leaving

to be? I'm a f***g accessory. We were sold to these things as pet sl****s. They f*****g pat my head, Jake. This is all I care about, I hold up my jar. "I love

to explode all day long. I haven't turned off my survival mode since my mother

a couple of frames and

kills me to see you trying to throw away something so special," he says when I head to the

single thing about me, Jake. I

up to my room and start placing things around

Chapter 20

no one says a word as we eat breakfast together.

computers are still being updated. Silas is showing me what the King meant when be

investing it in small payout companies. He then takes that money and puts it in his mother's account and that is what is used to keep their family assets from being sold. Including this village. James

is a lot like the Alpha King's. Except, there aren't as many Lycans as there

years ago. It's designed some of the most innovative tech for shifters ever. It owns smaller companies run by

was from the pack they had come from in England and gave him some really great advice.

me in.

a small inheritance from my parents and learned quickly that if I wanted to survive in the city. I had to keep my head down and let things work themselves out patiently. Observe,

to help them legally. So, I chose numbers as a coping mechanism. Business mathematics, physics, and coding. Darren handed me five hundred thousand dollars when I was sixteen years old. Days after my first shift. I took that money and invested four hundred thousand in a new electronic currency project called Paw Coin and

paid for the program that Darren designed for them. Then he sold it to them for ten times what we had invested and we were both offered jobs and full-ride scholarships to keep working for for them. When I turned twenty-one, I was offered the CEO position. I had a single term left to finish my degree and I turned it

with deep pockets, and now it's time to bring the Lycans in. I had a lot of time on my hands and well, I joined the City's police force. I had tarnished any chance of me becoming acting Beta because of all the shit I did to Calvin and Morgan. How crazy is it that I ended up here, Jar of Ashes? Everything you trained me for, I have to use to help a guy who paid two

asks when the graphs

the stock market, someone