Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 227

"T-there you are," Grace said dryly while leaning sideways to let Jason into the room.

"Sis, you must've waited a long time." Jason laughed and walked over to the desk. He saw copies of

the case file which Grace had left opened on the desk.

As he drew closer, Grace felt a physical pull toward him. She’d felt it a few times in his presence, but

she’d always been drawn to him.

This time was different.

It wasn’t so much attraction as a physical compulsion.

She tried to understand why.

“Tell me what you’re doing?” Jay said.

Grace’s mouth opened as the answer wanted to pour free. She bit her lip to staunch the flow of the

words.

She frowned.

Was he compelling her?

But that only worked on wolves, when an Alpha exerted his powers.

She was not a wolf.

She wasn’t part of his pack.

She couldn’t feel more disconnected from these filthy rich werewolves.

The divide in their circumstances transcended ‘species’ and yet…

Eva? Are you there, girl?

Grace couldn’t believe. No, she wanted so badly to believe, but it had been so long.

She felt…something. A fluttering of awareness at the back of her mind.

And all the while, Jason watched her carefully.

“What is it, Grace?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Again, the compulsion was there to tell him.

She swallowed hard. “It’s uh, nothing.”

“Hmm.”

She pieced it together.

His blood.

That time he kissed her and she'd bit his lip… she had his blood in her.

And that connected them.

His black eyes squinted slightly as he reached out to pick up a few documents and looked through

them. "Is Sis looking at that case again?"

Grace's body stiffened a little. She had mentioned this case to Jason before, but at the time, she did

not know his true identity. Now that she knew, there was a lingering embarrassment and helplessness

to talk about this case again.

After all, no matter how much she thought she was innocent, the car accident had really happened.

Plus, the person who died in the car accident was his fiancée!

"What's wrong, Sis?" Noticing her delay in answering, he looked up at her.

"I'm just... looking," she replied as she swallowed the sudden flow of saliva in her throat.

"By the way, Sis, you always said that you were wronged. Are you trying to reverse the verdict by

looking at these materials?" He was talking as if he was just chatting casually, but a dark look flashed

deep in his eyes.

She bit her lip. Of course, she wanted to reverse the verdict! It was just that the witnesses from then

were nowhere to be found, and the physical evidence was all a heap of hard evidence.

During her three years in prison, Lina had spent so much money, time, and energy to overturn her case

but failed. When Grace got out of jail with no money in hand, she even had to ask her best friend to

help cover her medical expenses that cost just short of ten thousand.

Having been a lawyer herself, she knew how much it would cost to get a lawyer to overturn a case and

to reopen an investigation.

In the absence of conclusive new evidence, the police could not waste police resources to re-

investigate. She could only investigate everything alone, but she did not have the finances to do so.

Suddenly, she looked straight at him. "How about you? Don't you want to get to the bottom of the case?

Find out why your fiancée drove her car in my direction? Is there something else going on? Don't you

want to know why the woman you love did it?"

He broke into a chuckle. "The woman I love, eh?" At the end of his sentence, his voice slightly rose as

if he had heard a joke.

"Jennifer Atkinson was your fiancée. Isn't she... the woman you love?" She was confused at his

reaction.

He put down the documents in his hand and slowly walked up to her, peeping down at her. "Sis, you've

got half of it wrong. Jennifer was my fiancée, but she's not the woman I love."

She was startled, his voice still ringing in her ears.

"Hasn't Sis heard of commercial marriages?"

Her eyes widened abruptly. Of course, she knew about commercial marriages or political marriages,

but she never thought that someone like Jason would need one.

He was the strongest Alpha in the region and every other pack already pledged loyalty to him.

Why would he have to marry for power or politics or money?

After all, Jason and the Reed Pack ruled this city. Even if it was a marriage with the Atkinson family, it

would be at best an addition rather than a necessity.

She was not the only one who thought so. A lot of people might think so too.

There was no lack of Jason's ‘love’ for Jennifer Atkinson in the chatter about him online. They all

thought that he was deeply in love with her.

But if that was a lie, what else had he lied about?