Page 28 of The Alpha's Chosen Outcast

“Why would you have to tell them?”

“I’d owe them at least that much after killing their child. If it was my child, I’d want to know.”

“Well, I hope you find something. I think it would put a real damper on my honeymoon if you have to kill my dress designer.”

“Right, because that’s what’s important.”

She snorts and walks past me to go do whatever it is Violet does all day. I head back to my room with the journal. I open it on my bed and start looking through it.

As I near the part where my father wrote his notes about the laws, Violet’s remarks come back to my mind. Do I have feelings for Heather?

I can’t have feelings for someone I have to kill. Period. But there’s still this nagging feeling when her face pops into my head.

I can’t quite put my finger on it, like something that I know but can’t remember for some reason. Then, the memory of my claws at Heather’s throat comes to the forefront.

I’m instantly hard when I think about her soft skin on my palm, her cheek fitting perfectly into that space, and the subtle slope of her cheekbone going down her jawline to the soft hollow between her throat and shoulder.

I want to run my tongue down that slope. What the fuck is that about?

Way too distracted to keep reading, I put the journal in my bedside table drawer and get dressed to go out. Samuel is working a manager shift over at Phase, a club downtown catering to wolves.

There are a lot of clubs like these in the city now and Samuel’s family picked a few of them up. I know I’ll find what I need there.

When I walk in, it’s like I’m a celebrity. My status is well known among the wolves and my family is well known within the city in general. I look for Samuel and find him over by the bar, talking to a group of shot girls. I head down to him, ignoring the adoring fans along the way.

He’s sending the shot girls onto the floor as I approach him, and he notices me right away.

“Hey, Trey, was I supposed to expect you tonight?”

“No, I came out on a whim. Need to get some energy out.”

“Well, there’s a great DJ playing tonight.”

“Not that kind of energy.”

I give him a side look and he smirks. He catches my drift and glances around.

“What about her?”

He’s pointing at a brunette with ample curves and a spangly outfit.

“No, too…sparkly.”

He looks around again.

“What about her?”

He points out a redhead with lithe dance moves and a skintight dress.

“Yes. She’ll do nicely.”

“Just go out there and dance with her. Everyone knows you here. She’ll be happy to head back to one of the private rooms with you.”

Judging from the response when I first came in, he was right. I head out to the dance floor and start dancing with the redhead, matching her moves.

She almost falters when she sees who I am but then goes right back into her dance. When the song ends, I move in to talk to her.

“Hey, I’m Trey.”

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