Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

Chapter 187

Chapter 187

Violetta is packing things up when I sneak into her apartment. I haven’t been here in years and the rose gold wallpaper we put up when she turned eighteen looks amazing. I had just finished field training and I thought I’d surprise her. Things have changed. The wall leading into her living room used to be solid and now it’s been turned into a bunch of tiny diamond- shaped shelves that hold her fabric rolls.

What was supposed to be a spare room was opened up to be a sewing and design space where she makes her clothes. The walls are a pretty blush pink with white polka dots. This place looks amazing. I love that she’s learned to be on her own.

“What the fuck?” she pulls a small handgun from between her boobs and aims it at me. It takes her a moment to realize it’s me. Obviously, there’s literally no one else who can hack her system. I created it. She drops her hand, the empty box under her arms, and gently says: “What the fuck?”

“I know. It’s a big change,” I agree. She all but runs to me and places the gun on the dining table before wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Did it hurt?”

“Just like shifting,” I shrug.

“You’re supposed to be the small one. I’m five years older than you,” she smacks my stomach and then presses her hand to my toned abdomen. “You’re in therapy again?”

“Yeah,” I nod.

“What are you doing here? You could have been seen,”

“You’re moving?” I avoid the questions.

“Not for a few weeks, but yeah,” she says taking some stuff off the tables in her living room.

“Did you get the tower finally?”

“I must have been drunk when I told you that,” she laughs and brings them over to the table where she left the gun so she can wrap them.

“We both were,” I nod.

“I just need something to do,” she clears her throat.

“Everything okay?”

it into the bubble wrap roll on

hasn’t slept in a few nights. Her pretty long hair is greasy. The bags under her eyes are starting to get dark and her skin

high–maintenance. Most Alpha’s Daughters are. The last time I saw Vy like this was when she left her pack.

something to eat?” I ask pushing some of

of the table.

sighs and heads to her

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me was after Darren died and Mackenzie disappeared. Morgan had

that she disclosed that to me. It means she’s tired and worst of all vulnerable. Two things you never want to be when

stocked. I start taking things out to make her favorite. Chicken alfredo. Domestic Vy hand makes the pasta in her pantry and I never miss

the time she gets back with her moisturizing routine and a mirror in her

you doing

say dropping

so fucking hard–headed,” she glares at

“Yeah,” I agreed.

ruin a lot of fucking lives, Perry. We also don’t have the manpower

with my husband,” I admit. She stops massaging

“You think?” she laughs.

for real. Not just because

this epiphany, Oh Chosen One?” she

tube off before turning the bottom piece to reveal ice lipstick? She dips it

I shake

and bruising on the face. I haven’t been

off and continue making her food. “He’s a

good reasons to love him,” she nods. “But

manic episode after the old man set me up to

drops the lipstick tube and shuts her eyes fighting back a

told you to

“I have been,”

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