Chapter 8 Ronan's POV
She was so easy to piss off, I couldn't stop myself. How she had survived this long was a mystery to me. I mean, I haven't seen someone so stubborn, you had to respect her. Watching her rip the money was a well respected yet immensely stupid decision. She was poor; she needed the money.
It was wiser for her to just listen to me and comply. If she did, she'd not have to suffer this much financially. The pack would provide for her. We couldn't let one of our own suffer financially; it would be a bad reflection on us. But the problem was that she was too stubborn to listen. Too stubborn to think rationally and that was a very stupid trait.
I walked to my office building, where our pack firm stood. That was located in the city. We owned an office complex, one of the many tall buildings that decorated the business district. It was our human side of the pack, where we did most financial transactions on behalf of the pack. We lived far from the city on pack lands, but we worked in the city to maintain and keep control over our protected land.
"Alpha, Belfier is waiting for you," Lucien said as I walked in.
"What is he doing here?" I asked, a sense of anger and disgust building in me.
That fucking vermin never showed up unless he wanted to cause trouble. My question was, what was it this time? Everything we did in the pack was under wraps. I got into the elevator and pressed the button for my office floor.
"I don't know. He wanted to speak to you in private. He had this smug look on his face," Lucien said, and I groaned into my palm.
This couldn't be good. It was never good. It meant he had some sort of information that he felt could be used against us and was probably just here to rub it in or maybe get more information.
Could it be?
The elevator chimed, and the door opened to my floor. My secretary was sitting at her desk. She stood up immediately when she saw me.
"Where is he?" I asked her, and she gestured to my office, where I could see through the glass walls that slimy bastard with something in his hand, examining it.
"And why is he in my office?" I asked as I made my way to the office.
"He..." she began to speak, but I raised my hand. She didn't need to explain. I knew this fucker well enough to know what he was capable of. I opened the door, and he turned with a smile on his face.
"Oh, Ronan, happy to see you," he grinned, holding my paperweight that bore the symbol of our pack emblem. He looked very happy.
Smug.
I raised a brow and gestured to his hand, and he followed my gaze to it.
"Oh... don’t mind me," he grinned, dropping the paperweight back on the table.
"Sorry for that. I was bored, you see. I was just waiting for you," he smiled, and I nodded at him, suspicion rising even more. "Need to have a word with you," he smiled, looking straight at me. I could feel Lucien standing behind me. I also got what he meant. I turned to Lucien, who was behind me.
"Can you give us some space?" I asked him, and he looked at me, shocked, before shrugging and walking out of the office. I closed the door and made my way to my desk.
"What is it that you want?" I asked, sitting on my chair.
"I don’t know. What do I want?" he asked, leaning down with a smile on his face.
"I don’t have time for the games, Belfier. Spill," I said, and he smiled.
"Always so serious. A sticker for perfection," he grinned, running his finger on my desk. "Tell me, what do you think the council will say when they find out a member, their favourite member, mind you, is disobeying the rules?" he asked, and I raised a brow.
"What do you mean?" I asked, and he grinned.
"A little birdie told me you had a human hidden somewhere. I was like, human? When has Ronan ever cared for a human? So imagine my shock when I found out that this human was in fact not a human, but an unregistered wolf," he said, and I sighed. Of course, he'd find out. Though I had kept everything about that human girl under tight wraps, if there was someone who would find out her identity, it would be Belfier. He was always sticking his head where it didn’t concern him, looking for things to bring me down with.
"Well, did your little birdie tell you more, or are you just uninformed and stupid too?" I asked, and he frowned. Good. That meant that he didn’t have all the information. I could change the narrative. That would buy me time to get this stubborn girl to listen and finally let the pack register her.
"So tell me, Ronan, what am I missing?" he asked, and I smiled.
"This wolf is a wolf that never manifested. She may be of shifter blood, but she doesn’t change. She’s invalid. We are still investigating her origins so as to classify her where she belongs," I said, and he frowned. I guess this somehow played right into whatever intel he had gotten.
"Well, you know that anybody with wolf blood should always be registered. I was just trying to remind you," he said, and I smiled. "Thanks for your concern, Belfier. We are in the process of registering her with our pack
"Since she is of little importance, we don’t want to push her too much," I said, and he nodded.
"Hmm, I’ll be going then," he frowned, leaving my office. I let out a sigh of relief. I may have been able to throw him off, but I knew him. I knew it was a matter of time before he went back to hunting. I needed her under our pack’s protection before then. If only she’d stop this stubbornness and obey. I now had to implement a more serious method. I couldn’t afford these games she was playing.
I had to use force.