Page 134 of Wolf Endangered

I couldn't help but watch this grown-ass man in his perfectly white outfit of jeans, dress shirt, and suit jacket drop to the floor and go right under my desk like it wasn't a dust factory.

"Is that Saint?" Viktor inquired.

"Sadly," I muttered.

"Who pissed you off?"

"I'm just fucking tired," I admitted. "I'm going out tonight to let loose."

"With?"

"Saint," I replied. "Don't worry. Jayce is doing security and you know Onyx will be around."

"What about the others?"

"Dimitris has some meetings to take care of," I elaborated while my eyes drifted over to the fresh bouquet of flowers he'd made sure were here. How he knew I'd be here today was beyond me because he wasn't home when Saint and I left, but I guess he had his ways of stalking me -even if he'd never admit it.

"As for Neo, he's doing some negotiations with the new site. Obviously, Saint accepted the offer on our behalf, but it looks like they have a stingy individual on the team who wants to be rather problematic."

"So..." Viktor began. "Neo's going to kill him."

"No..." I trailed off because I actually had no clue what my Prince of Blood mate would do. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I guess even this problematic douche can be replaced and Neo would happily do it if it means he can paint something to sell."

"You know of his techniques for painting?" Viktor inquired.

I actually smirked as I let my eyes close briefly. "I'm his mate. Iknowwhat he does."

"That doesn't scare you in the slightest?"

"To be honest...no. Hmm. Okay, it's still a bit fucked up how accepting I am, but all the paintings he's done for me aren't the blood of my enemies, so I couldn’t care less. When we catch Garfield though, I'd love a nice painting of Garfield the lazy fucking cat playing dead in my office."

The way I said it made Viktor go silent on the phone and I noticed Saint look back over to me from under the desk.

"You know," Saint began, "that's actually pretty smart."

"Yup. Neo's somehow rubbing off of you," Viktor dryly stated.

"Got a problem?"

"No," he admitted. "Though, it makes me sometimes worry you'll be like Roberto."

I actually laughed. "I won't become a torturous, cocky fucker who flaunts his status and wealth," I vowed. "I guess we won't know his true intentions until he wakes up."

"No improvement?"

"Sadly, no. He's stable and Beta Malachite continues to keep watch while managing the Pack House. I'll try to do another check-in next week."

"Wait till I come back," he muttered.

"Aww. Miss guarding me?" I drawled with my deep voice. "Were you able to sort things out over there?'

"Sort of," he quietly admitted. "And maybe I do miss guarding you."

I almost missed the last part because he literally said every word under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing," he replied. "Once I'm back and we settle in with whatever business we need to take care of, we're starting training."

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