The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Twenty-Five – Bratty Human.

Whistle rushed to open the door for Nathan, he stepped out and a bodyguard came after him.

Stephanie stepped out behind them, gulping down saliva at the size of the body guard.

He was a handsome six foot five inches and basically towering over her. An intimidating protection for Nathan, who she didn’t think needed the protection.

“Oh, Stephanie.” Nathan pulled her from behind the bodyguard. “You’re witness against Johnson and need to be seen by media.”

Stephanie’s eyes twitched. Media? That wasn’t how she planned her media histories to be. A witness to a crime.

“And If I don’t want to testify?”

Nathan swerved to her. “Why wouldn’t you want to?”

Stephanie had expected a shout but Nathan’s voice was considerable low and thoughtful. “Are you scared of Johnson?” He asked.

His eyes diverted to the mark on her neck and he remembered Ashley’s suspicions on Johnson hurting Stephanie. If that man had dared hurt her, he wouldn’t go scot-free.

Stephanie sighed. “I am not scared. I just don’t want to get involved with these CEOs and Alphas squabbles. But I don’t think I have a choice, do I?”.

Nathan ran his hands through his hair. The media started running towards them. “See, Unicorn Head…”, Stephanie frowned, “You have a choice. You always do. Okay, why don’t you just say this is the work of an obsessed fan. I’d take it from there, hmm?”

The media reached them and began bombarding him with questions. He held her hands and squeezed it gently.

Stephanie breathed in and came to the media front of him, narrating how an obsessed fan had drugged the drinks of all the guests except Garcia.

It was a half truth. After all, for some reasons, Garcia wasn’t unconscious and the perpetrator was her ex-boyfriend who she seemed to like and who liked her back.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Alpha Johnson balled his fists as he watched the news, seeing Stephanie there describing him as an obsessed fan of Garcia’s. Garcia wasn’t even the reason he was at the party.

He hadn’t even come to celebrate with her she was his mate who rejected him and he’d get over her soon. He should have just killed the bratty human instead of letting her live to insult him.

“That’s why I panicked when you said you let her go.” Johnson’s cousin, Cherry strolled onto the room. “That’s why I never trust my human classmates either. All humans do is lie.”

Her words weren’t helping Johnson’s mood. He leapt from the couch and turned off the television, unwilling to watch the bratty human for another second on television.

“Let’s kill her.” Cherry deadpanned. Johnson glanced at her.

She shrugged. “No? She knows your face, your name, your position in the society. Will you wait for her to end you?”

“You speak like it’s easy to just kill a human, a secretary to Pure Silver Company even. Those will add to the problems I have at hand!”

“Do whatever then. But know, when you’d be in prison, I’d be sent to an orphanage where I’d be abused and raped. Like that?” Cherry stomped off right as the Lead Warrior was coming in.

Johnson collapsed back on his couch. He rubbed his neck, trying to ease them from the stress of carrying a burdened head. Could Cherry stop using herself to threaten him?

If he did go to prison, couldn’t she care for herself and avoid being raped and abused. She shouldn’t stress on what wasn’t there.

“Yes, what is it now?” He met the concerning gaze of the Lead Warrior. The young man look like he was fighting the words to not come out.

Johnson knew it’d be another bad news. They just came at him, left, right, up, down and center.

“Go on. What is it?” He brought the man from his thinking. The man licked his lips and blew air from his lips, he forced a smile then spoke.

“Your gold bars were stolen while being transported, Alpha. And there was a message.”

Johnson fixated his eyes on him, processing what was just said. The remote control in his hands slowly got squashed by his hands as he put his anger on it, still not saying a word.

“Amongst the transporters, three died, their gullet taken out of them. One survived to tell the tale but he died before we brought him back.”

“Will you tell the message dropped or keep on rattling about incompetent dead fools? It’s better they died or I could have killed them myself!” Johnson growled, the warrior looked down.

He brought forward the placard that was behind him and showed it to the Alpha.

“It’s clearly Alpha Luciana. She wrote. ‘Dare me at your own peril!’ and I think she’s planning to sell the gold to our customers as they earlier told us they found a place to buy at cheaper price.”

Johnson grabbed the placard from him and shredded it. Still it’s haunting message left an impression on him.

Perhaps he should leave fighting company to company and fight pack to pack. Under pack wars, the law doesn’t apply.

“Stephanie is the weakest link to them.” Cherry returned back to the room with a glass of wine. Johnson frowned at her. She rolled her eyes.

“What. You drink alcohol when you’re angry. Why can’t I? Anyway, you have another visitor.” She plopped on the couch besides him.

A petite lady, wearing a white coat and small glasses strutted into the room with her suitcase. She paused when she saw the two men in the room. “Can I come in?”

“Oh, come in, Doctor Su. Tell me what you found out.” Johnson used his feet to sweep the shredded placard under the table.

He gave the warrior a signal and the warrior stood by the side making way for the doctor.

The doctor handed a file to Johnson.

“Humans can’t be intoxicated by wolfsbane. A considerably huge amount might nauseate them but not necessarily intoxicate. You had ask for an extensive research on it. There it is.”

Johnson smirked as his eyes swept through the file. “Good work. So apart from Werewolves, what other ‘creature’ can be intoxicated by wolfsbane?”

The nurse bit her lower lips. “Do such exist?”

Johnson frowned, standing from the couch. “Do you still doubt the impossible? When I told you I was Werewolf, that was the exact response you gave. Do a research and get back to me.”

With hastened steps, the woman fled from his presence.

Cherry chuckled, dropping the wine glass. “So our CEO isn’t human and isn’t werewolf? Sus.”

Nathan laughed. “Yeah, sus. Put an eye on our mythical creature. Whatever he is, since we aren’t able to get his scent, then he must be powerful.”

The Lead warrior bowed and left his Alpha’s presence.