CHAPTER 74: LIVES IN DANGER

Jason’s POV

"I guess there is no reason for you to stay here then," Gerald told Kael, dismissing us even without letting Jeffery decide it. It showed who held the power here.

Gerald turned his head slightly toward Jeffery. "Am I right?"

"Of course, Alpha Gerald," Jeffery replied quickly, forcing a smile.

Kael and I gave a respectful bow and turned to leave. Behind us, we could faintly hear Kaizan speaking with Gerald, their voices fading into the distance as we walked out.

We had just reached the car and were about to step inside when a voice halted us.

"So much in a hurry to leave, my friends?"

We turned, knowing who it was. Kaizan.

The piece of shit strolled toward us with his usual swagger, the smugness on his face as unbearable as ever.

"We can’t stand the sight of your disgusting face," I snapped, "so we thought we’d spare our eyes the torture."

But as shameless as ever, his smirk only widened, as if he enjoyed riling us.

But as shameless as he was, the smirk on his lips widened. "After having the beautiful sight in your home—a she-wolf—how can you tolerate something else, isn’t it?" He paused for a moment, as his smirked turned wicked, "But the question is....for how long can you keep enjoying it?"

"Till the end of our lives," Kael’s said as he stepped closer to Kaizan and warned him, meeting his gaze, "The shit you tried to pull today... try it again, and I—"

"What wrong did I even do?" Kaizan cut in, feigning innocence as he met Kael’s dark gaze with a taunting one of his own. "I was merely here to enjoy the show while Jeffery played his little tricks on you."

"Correction!" Kael’s jaw tightened as he said coldly. "Your tricks. But they did jack shit to us."

Kaizan chuckled, almost laughed. It felt so annoying, and I wished to snap his head off his shoulders, but violence was not allowed inside the council estate. Maybe wait till we leave the gates of this estate.

"As you think I am dying to get your she-wolf, let me offer you something else to ease your worry," Kaizan said.

What was he getting at?

"If you hand me over that bitch my brother used to fuck, I won’t go after your bitch," Kaizan said. "My spies couldn’t find her around you or in your pack even. What have you done to her? Killed her for betraying you?"

Having spies from one pack into other, wasn’t a surprise as we had ours in other packs as well.

But, I couldn’t ignore the fact that this bastard was trying to rub salt into wounds we had barely managed to close.

"To be honest," Kaizan said with a cruel glint in his eyes, "I still can’t forget the way she looked when my brother fucked her. Once, she even took his friends along with him. And that fucking whore... she looked just as energetic after hours of being used by them. Didn’t even break. I wonder what her real limit is... maybe I should find out, with me and my two mate-brothers fucking her together."

His words were poison, each one pushing harder, digging deeper, but we stood silent, fists clenched, jaws tight.

We couldn’t react. Not now. Even last time he tried to provoke us by mentioning that bitch in the same nasty way.

We couldn’t let him suspect that the very bitch he was talking about was the she-wolf we had hidden in our home. If we showed anger, he’d know she still meant something. And then he’d never let it go. He’d keep digging, keep mocking, and worse—he’d keep looking.

"So where is she?" he asked, tone shifting to something disturbingly serious. "If she’s still alive, hand her over. Don’t waste her in some prison or leave her rotting. Give her to me—and I’ll forget about your precious pureblood. Consider it a trade for peace."

The intensity in his gaze wasn’t just for show. There was something twisted in his obsession. He wasn’t simply mocking anymore.

What the fuck did she do to him? Why was he so adamant on getting her?

No one had known back then that Eira was a pureblood—not even this bastard. And yet here he was, offering to give up on a rare-blooded she-wolf just to get his hands on her again.

Maybe I wasn’t the only idiot who had fallen for her.

There was truly something in that bitch, no one could stop from liking her.

Or there was something else this bastard was not letting out. A secret of his own?

"Fuck off," Kael said coldly, turning away without another glance.

Arguing with that bastard was pointless—and letting him know anything about Eira would only spell trouble for us.

"Kael," the bastard called out again.

Neither of us stopped. We slid into the car in silence.

The bastard approached the car window and smirked at us. "Well, you better hurry. Because... there might be someone desperate enough to reach your pureblood while you are here, away from your own territory."

Both Kael and I snapped our gazes to him.

He had our attention now.

"Want to know the truth?" he added, tilting his head, enjoying the panic beginning to cloud our expressions. "I wasn’t the one who tricked you into coming here."

Kael and I exchanged a glance—dread tightening its grip around our chests.

I started the car in a rush, tires screeching, but we could still hear his voice trailing behind us.

"I’ll make sure to mourn for your brothers properly... once their bodies are cold."

"Make it fast," Kael growled, jaw clenched, as I floored the accelerator. The gates of the council estate loomed ahead.

I laid on the horn, alerting the guards from a distance. The moment the gates creaked open, we shot through like lightning, leaving the dust behind.

Once we hit the open road, we knew what we had to do. I slammed the brakes. We knew the shortcut to our home.

Without a word, we threw the doors open and leapt out. Our clothes fell away in scraps as our bodies shifted—bones cracking, muscles stretching.

Within seconds, two powerful wolves stood where men had been.

My wolf was massive midnight blue. Beside me, Kael’s massive wolf form towered—a pitch-black wolf, his gaze full of rage and urgency.

Without hesitation, we darted into the forest, paws pounding against the earth, cutting through the trees like arrows loosed from a bow.

We ran like our lives were on the line. To be precise, our brothers’ if what that bastard Kaizan had hinted was true.