Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty One

GRACE

I’m cooking a meal in the apartment and waiting for Jason to come home for dinner, when the doorbell

rings. I’m not expecting anyone. Aside from Jay, no one has been to my place. Or even knows where I

live.

I open the door and see my father, stepmother, and Evelyn.

The three of them rush straight inside.

My father doesn’t waste any time. "Did you meet some shady people in prison? I'm telling you right

now… if you dare do anything that will affect our family... Don't expect me to deal with you lightly!"

"What on earth did I do that would require you to ‘deal with me’?" I glance at my father coldly.

"Did you ask someone to break Assistant Director Curtis's hand? He was just asking you to drink with

him, and he didn't do anything else. How could you be so vicious? Did you lose your memory while in

prison? Do you think that you can just do whatever you want after meeting some evil people in

prison!?"

I shake my head. So that’s the way he sees it.

"It seems like karma is real,” I tell my father, “Because that man got what he deserved. Also, if you think

that there's nothing wrong with drinking together, then go ahead and ask your precious daughter

Evelyn to drink with him instead. What did she scheme against me for!?"

"This is what you owe her! If it weren't for you, she—“

“—If it weren't for me, she never would’ve gotten a role in the first place! Do you really think she’d be

chosen as a female lead with no experience? That was because of me. Because of Sean." I let that

little barb land. "Don’t tell me that I owe her anything, because I never did!" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Evelyn bats her eyes innocently. ”Sister, I've never blamed you for your sins. You don't need to speak

to dad like this."

Oh, that’s ripe. She’s acting like she’s the one who’s been wronged.

“Pardon me. You’re so noble, Evelyn,” I reply sarcastically.

My dad frowns.

“Do you really think you can charge into my home and bully me into being some sex toy to advance

your career? This entire conversation and trying to blame me for your shortcomings…it’s ludicrous.”

Evelyn bursts into tears.

Fake ones.

My stepmother quickly comforts her daughter and glares at me with disgust. "Grace, don't take your

anger out on your sister. Your father just doesn't want you to go down the wrong path. If you go to jail

again, what will happen to our family's reputation!?"

"What's the point of talking to her about all of this?” My father says. “Grace, you will go to Assistant

Director Curtis immediately. No matter what method you use, ask him to forgive you. You can't

implicate Evelyn because of this matter, do you understand? If you dare to ruin Evelyn's future, just

watch how I deal with you!”

He’s flexing and breathing hard like his wolf is about to break free.

It’s comical.

He is no longer my Alpha.

He can’t compel me or force me to do anything.

“I am no longer a part of your pack, father. You turned your back on me. So you can yell or shift or

project all you want, but you have no more control over me.” I cross my arms. “I won't apologize to

anyone, so you all can go back now. You're not welcome here.”

As my father hears these words, his face flushes with rage. "Who do you think you are!?" He raises his

hand to strike me.

I instinctively step back. But my bruised ankle rolls, and I stumble. I wince and brace for the hit.

But it never comes.

A hand blocks my father’s fist in mid-air.

"Jay!" I didn’t expect him home so early.

Jason looks coldly at the three uninvited guests in the room. "Get out!"

"Who do you think you are to stop me from hitting my own daughter?! Let go!" My father shouts.

“I’m not a wolf-less girl to slap around,” Jay warns him. His eyes flash and I can see he’s ready to fight.

He wants to fight.

Jay growls again and I know he’s seconds from shifting.

I touch his arm. “No. They’re not worth it.”

My father grabs my sister and his wife and they stalk out of my small apartment.

Melinda pauses at the door. ”Grace, why are you letting a stranger treat your father like this?"

"Who is this man?" my father asks. “Another low-life wild man. You come out of prison as trash and

now you sleep with it?

Jay lunges for him and I can barely hold him back.

“Leave. Now!”

I drag Jay back inside the apartment and slam the door.