Page 37 of Broken Wolf Heart
“Pretty sure it shattered when I shifted to go after you.”
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I say.
“Don’t be. My father likely had a tracker in the damn thing anyway.”
I blink, considering it.
When he’s done getting changed, Grey kisses me. “Get dressed. I’ll see you out there,” he whispers, and then he’s gone.
8
GREY
Inside the guest bedroom, the sounds of guests arriving downstairs are muted, thanks to thick walls and plush carpet. But the moment I near the top of the stairs, the walls echo with the murmur of voices, boots shuffling on polished marble, the metallic clink of weapons being forfeited into a container at the front door.
The Giovanni pack is assembling.
I descend the stairs, senses sharp, instincts on edge. Every breath carries the thick scent of tension. Outside, cars are arriving one by one. I can feel the presence of Giovanni wolves beating through the walls like a living thing.
If they don’t accept Lexi, my wolf will destroy them all.
Elena is poised at the bottom of the stairs. She looks carved from marble—cold, composed, unreadable. She’s always been like that. Even when I was a kid running through Franco’s estate on forced visits, she ruled the staff like a general.
Now, she holds a phone in one hand, and her other one rests at her side, fingers still and precise. She starts to push past me toward the stairs, but I stop her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
Elena lifts her chin, dark eyes unblinking. “Alpha Diavolo is here. He’s requesting to speak with Lexi.”
The words are calm. Flat. Like she's announcing a wine delivery.
I descend the rest of the stairs in two strides. “I’ll take care of it.”
She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t argue. Just studies me for one long beat, like she’s weighing whether this decision could end in bloodshed. And if it does, whether it’ll stain the floors.
Finally, she nods once. “He’s waiting out front. In the black SUV.”
Of course he is.
My father is not one to wait outside, but even with Franco gone, Elena is still formidable as hell.
I step past her. “Lexi doesn’t need to know he’s here.”
“You get one freebie, and this is it,” Elena says, and then she turns on her heel and walks away.
Damn.
At least, I know she’ll be loyal to Lexi.
Dutch appears just before I walk out the front door. “Heard the old man is outside.”
“Did you find out anything about his next move?” I ask in a low voice.
Behind us, the foyer is filling up with Lexi’s new pack, and I don’t exactly want to include them in our conversation, so I keep my voice as quiet as possible and hope they’re too busy talking amongst themselves to pay any attention to us.
Dutch shakes his head and says quietly, “After the vote, he went to the reception hall and tossed out the few wedding guests who dared to show up.”
“I bet he’s thrilled about paying for a party that never happened,” I say wryly.
