Chapter 165: Can’t control the anger

James got the message, I left him. He sent a message back before Antonio pulled the car onto the highway. At first I hesitated to call the mayor of the humand. There are rules that govern all werewolves and humnas and I knew it that the mayor would realize eventually what I had done to his fellow human and I would rather let him know now, compared to trying to cover my ass later.

When I tried calling him, the line just continued to ring but without any response. "Shit", I cursed and dropped my phone onto my lap. It was almost noon on a work day now. The mayor of humans would be waist deep in meetings and phone calls were probably muted. Best I could do now was to send a vague text message in Russian and hope he understands what I was going to do.

My wolf bristled with impatience under my skin, clawing, snarling at every delay.

I didn't care about what prior relationship he had with Viktor and their family. It didn't matter to me what the consequences for my actions might be. I suppose many people in my situation wouldn't. When the concept for asking for forgiveness after the fact existed. I wouldn't stop now.

Viktor wanted five million dollars from me to have Elena exclusively for three months. In the heat of the moment, I didn't care how much I was paying. After all it was for the time of a living, breathing person and the opportunity to obtain the rights to their body. Naturally that was going to cost a pretty penny. Why would I care when I could easily afford that?!

A low rumble vibrated in my chest remembering his price, my wolf wanted to rip him apart for it.

I hated that they took so much money from her. Most of that should have gone to Elena. It would have fully paid off the debt sooner if it had. She could have potentially left our contract and enjoyed her life debt free, never needing to go the bed again with another stranger. Viktor and Luke robbed that from her.

My working theory was that, they not only took the brunt of money from their clients, but they also ensured they were not giving the dancers enough money so that they could come back for more. While I didn't give a damn about other dancers at the ballet, I loved the prima ballerina.

For Elena I would tear this entire city apart and dance in ashes alongside her as it burned. The Wolf in me growled his agreement, she was ours, and the world would burn before she suffered again.

"You sure you want to go to the theater right now?, You look like you steaming, boss", Antonio caught sight my twisted face in the rearview mirror. Concern furrowed his brows as he drove through the traffic. He could sense the Alpha presence radiating off me.

"Yes, This isn't for Volkov incorporated business, we will have James meeting us there", I replied.

"Ah. James. Okay", Now Antonio understood the subtleties of what was going to happen. He didn't need to know everything as the driver, but enough to keep himself safe when going into a situation like this. "What's at the theater then?", He asked.

"I'm going to buy the damn whole thing", My answer was simple. Even if taking ownership of the New York City ballet wasn't accepted, I was ready to do it. I had to ensure that Elena is safe in the future. My wolf puffed up with pride, territory, protection, possession. All instincts of an Alpha.

As I thought that, there were calls that needed to be made and funds that needed to transferred. The owner didn't want to sell a well placed theater here and there but suddenly they were willing to give me whatever I wanted. They felt the pressure of my Alpha aura long before my men arrived. Humans always bent to it.

My first stipulation: Fire the choreography and replace him quickly.

That got over an hour of pushback. Nothing more than an irritating waste of time, and I was quickly losing my patience. My claws ached under my skin, threatening to break through.

If they didn't remove Luke from the theater, I'd send someone to his home before the sun went down. I didn't care how many years he had with the ballet or what relevant experience he had. I wanted him out of my theater.

That son of a bitch was preying on the innocent dancers and giving them to Viktor on a silver plate. Once he is out of the picture, I will move on to big fish.

"Thank you for your time. Please send the necessary documents to my office by the end of the day", I rose from my chair and straightened my tie, looking down at the Director of the ballet. The old man with beady eyes visibly shrank away from the dark aura surrounding me, my Alpha presence pressing down on him like a physical weight.

"It was pleasure doing a business with you", He responded.

I didn't look back as I pushed out of his office. Two Volkov men that met us here, followed me out. We rounded a corner upstairs where the offices and studios were to make our way out. However I heard noises coming from the other side of the studio door as we passed.

Someone was in there dancing to an obnoxiously loud pop song. My curiosity got the better of me and I stopped in my tracks. "Wait here", I ordered the guards who were following me. My wolf stilled, recognizing familiar scents, sweat, resin, the faint trace of Elena that lingered on the wooden floorboards.

The door clicked open and for the first time, I got to see the dance studio where Elena spent hours of her time. Everything was bright white aside from the mirror wall. It was almost a shock to the eyes to walk in under the light, and I wondered why she enjoyed being here at all.

At once the music stopped. The man practicing dance moves huffed in the following silence, clearly annoyed by my intrusion. A slightly older man with early wrinkles frowned at me.

His hands went to his narrow hips and I took in the rest of him. He'd obviously been a decent dancer in his prime. Now he just looked like a breakable twig and I was ready to snap him into two. My Wolf surged forward, this was Luke.

"Can I help you?", He snipped in a short tone.

"Actually yes. I'm the new owner of ballet", My hands swept out, gesturing to the surrounding building. "I'm guessing you the choreography Luke Baxter", I added.

"Oh!", That annoyance in his features melted away and he straightened up.

"I am", He added in a polite way but that didn't calm down my anger. I knew what he used to do to the innocent dancers, especially Elena. My wolf growled, the sound vibrating in my bones.