Chapter 61
Chapter 61
She took another step towards us, almost like she wanted to do something about it. Like she’d get in and pull me out if she could
She couldn’t do that though, not when Quentin was here. There was only so much she’d do before his coldness would be directed at her.
I enjoyed this, watching her in this state and getting to see such a look in her eyes. Given the chance, I’d love to see that look in her eyes over and over again.
“Alright then.” Quentin reached for the elevator button and pushed the one for the fourth floor.
stayed back watching as he took the spot beside me. His eyes remained fixed on me despite all my attempts at keeping a respectable distance away
him.
“There won’t be any media or paparazzi to take unsolicited photos of us.” Quentin immediately went on to explain.
“Oh, so no ‘unexpected pictures‘?” I asked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in my voice,
He shook his head. “There’s none of that I promise. The reason I asked you to use to the elevator was me was because I still knew about your condition and how delicate you are at this moment.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “More like pulled me in.”
He still had no clue about my present condition and fully believed that in the event that something was to happen, I wouldn’t be able to defend myself.
I did it to protect you Melanie.” He said, his tone
softer
ore.
A small smile tugged at my lips. “You don’t need to explain much.”
He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, his gaze flicking to me ever so slightly. “You were pretty angry. I didn’t want any other misunderstandings between us.”
I seemed angry? Seemed was a pretty good understatement of how livid I’d been that day. If it weren’t for the shred of self–control I still had, he’d have faced my wrath.
Instead of saying all that, I shook my head gently. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, the small ding of the elevator cut me off.
The doors slid open on their own. I tried to speak again but this time, another voice speaking made me pause.
It was haughty and naïve. “I’m giving that billionaire alpha thirty seconds. If he doesn’t show up, I’m leaving this place.”
I turned to Quentin, expecting him to be pissed or annoyed by those words. Instead, the complete opposite was the case. The corner of his mouth had turned up ever so slightly. He didn’t look one bit fazed by those provocative words.
Had that been Hart? No doubt judging by the impatient tone the person had used, it was definitely him.
I shifted my focus back to Quentin once again. There was a bit of stubble on his chin. He probably didn’t shave today. And for some reason, it only served to make him look even sexier than he normally did.
“Come on,” He reached for my hand and led us out of the elevator.
We rounded a couple more corners before finally reaching the conference rooms. A long table stretched across the major length of the table Numerous chairs had been neatly organized around the table.
I expected Quentin to take the spot at the head of the table but he simply moved to sit behind a young man. He was no doubt a teenage judging by the youthful face he had.
He was wearing uniform, a disinterested look in his eyes while he sat. Quentin didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by this look and took the seat behind him.
Before the teen could get a word in, he rested his wolf claw close to the boy’s neck. Any normal person should have felt threatened, scared even. Quentin had an aura of dominance that surrounded him, even capable of making other Alphas submit to him.
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And yet the boy simply glanced at the wolf claw resting dangerously close to his neck.
“You wanna leave yet?” Quentin asked. “You could always do that if a certain billionaire Alpha is wasting your time.”
The teen glanced at the claw one last time before a small smile tugged at his lips. He pushed Quentin’s hand away, the smile never leaving his face
“I was just kidding. Geez.”
“Yeah, I thought so.” Quentin mumbled under his breath before retracting his wolf claws back into hands.
I stared at the sight, unable to hide the amusement in my eyes. It was strange seeing that the body hadn’t lashed out at Quentin’s obvious threat.
It was pure werewolf instinct for wolves never to accept being provoked. Regardless of how developed technology was now and the many societal advancements we’d made today, it didn’t erase the primal instinct that every werewolf had, something that had been ingrained in our genes right
birth.
