Page 12 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Fake Girlfriend

We mingled with the guests, playing our parts perfectly. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and I could see the way people watched us, trying to figure out if it was real. Sasha was a natural, her charm and wit winning over everyone she spoke to.

But then I noticed him, Ethan, the photographer. He was watching Sasha and for some reason, my possessive instincts roared to the surface. Though Sasha hadn't said anything, something about him bothered me. I subtly positioned myself between them, blocking his view of her. Sasha seemed to sense my tension and glanced up at me, her eyes questioning.

"Everything okay?" she asked.

"Fine," I replied, keeping my tone light. "Just wanted to stick close to you."

We continued to mingle, but I kept a close eye on Ethan, making sure he didn't get too close. The auction was about to start when my sister, Sophia, approached us.

"Well, well, well," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Look who's playing house."

"Not now, Sophia," I growled, shooting her a warning look.

She ignored me, turning her attention to Sasha. "And you must be the lucky girl. Sasha, is it? Tell me, how does it feel to be the flavor of the month?"

Sasha's smile didn't falter, but I could see the fire in her eyes. "It's nice to meet you, Sophia. Denver's told me so much about you."

Sophia's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "I'm sure he has. But let's be honest, Sasha. You're not exactly his usual type. What's your angle?"

I stepped forward, my voice low and dangerous. "That's enough, Sophia. Sasha is my girlfriend, and I won't tolerate any disrespect toward her."

My sister was recently promoted to Marketing Director at Alpha Fang by Victoria Song after Reeve Song's dismissal as CEO. Bolstered with confidence from her new promotion and growing ties to the Song family, Sophia had been insufferable. My little sister needed a reminder that I was the alpha in the Roberts pack hierarchy. "Behave or I will arrange a marriage for you with Eugene Mudgett in Kansas. You can spend the rest of your days mucking in mud as queen of his hog farm."

Sophia snarled and glared at me. "Don't you dare pull rank on me, Denver. Fine, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone for now."

She walked away, and I turned to Sasha. I pressed my lips together in a thin line. A flush of shame heated my cheeks at Sophia's antics. "I'm sorry about that. My sister can be difficult at the best of times."

Sasha shook her head, her smile genuine. "It's fine. I can handle her. I've dealt with my share of catty women in this industry."

The auction was about to start when I spotted another familiar face. It was Cameron Fitzgerald, my college roommate and one of my best friends. He owned Cam's Comfy Cuisine, the country's top home delivery meal kit company. Cam was the epitome of a self-made billionaire, charismatic and confident. Unlike myself and others at my alma mater, he came from a humble background without family money or connections. He spotted us and as soon as he noticed Sasha, a mischievous glint came into his eyes.

"Cam." We greeted each other with a friendly clap on the back. "I didn't know you were in town."

Cam grinned, his gaze flickering to Sasha. "Couldn't miss the auction. I heard there's going to be some interesting pieces up for auction." He extended a hand to Sasha. "And who is this lovely creature? You've been selfish, Denver, keeping her all to yourself."

"Sasha, this is Cameron Fitzgerald, one of my oldest friends and a constant pain in my backside. Sasha is one of our best designers at XMGH."

Sasha smiled politely, shaking his hand. "Sasha Bennett. It's nice to meet you, Cameron."

"Please, call me Cam," he said. "Anybody who can tame this grump deserves all of my respect."

The flirtatious wink he flashed her ignited a rage inside of me. My wolf snarled at the competing male. Until Sasha, I had never been this possessive of a woman.

Cam grinned at me. He was being a pest as usual. I rolled my eyes fondly. "Ignore him, Sasha, Cam's here to be a nuisance."

Cam placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. "You wound me, Denver. I'm here to support a good cause, and maybe catch up with an old friend." He turned his attention to Sasha. "So, what's your story? How did you manage to get this one to settle down?"

Sasha's cheeks flushed, but she held her ground. "We're still figuring things out."

Cam raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Ah, enough said." He leaned in, dropping his voice to a whisper. "If Denver ever steps out of line, you can always call me."

I growled low in my throat, shooting him a warning look. My friend was really pushing it. "Enough, Cam. Don't make me remind you what happens when you mess with things that don't belong to you."

Sasha elbowed me softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Relax, Denver. He's just being friendly."

"Friendly," I muttered under my breath.

Cam held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright. I'll behave." He glanced around the room. "You know, Denver, I've been thinking about moving back to Huntington Harbor. We should catch up sometime."

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