Chapter 0198

Unknown POV

"Yes?" I murmur, swirling the wine in my glass before taking a large gulp. It had been an exhausting day, and the last thing I needed was another fool wasting my time.

He approaches me like a lost puppy. His dark hair is disheveled, and he looks and smells like he hasn't seen a shower in weeks.

"You better start talking if you're going to invade my space with that stench."

"I'm looking for a favor." He says quietly.

"I don't do favors." I sneer, setting my empty glass down on the circular table.

He slides into my booth anyway. "You're the Lone Wolf, right?"

I smirk. I hadn't heard that term in ages. "Oh honey, I'm the furthest thing from a Lone Wolf."

"Right. Because you're not a Wolf, are you."

The nerve of this guy. "You think you know everything." I signal the bartender who brings me a fresh drink. His eyes dart to the trash sitting across from me, and he quickly looks away.

It was a rule here that I am not to be disturbed. Especially not when I still had blood on my fingers.

"I know enough. One of your kind killed my mate." He seethes. I couldn't suppress my laugh. "And I want revenge."

"Did you piss it off?"

He glares at me. If he weren't so filthy, he might actually be handsome. Maybe then I wouldn't mind the interruption.

"No. My brother brought their kind into our pack. A Rogue followed. The Rogue was the one who murdered her."

"So let me guess, you blame big brother and now you want revenge." I let the merlot slide down my throat. I preferred something much fuller-bodied, but this was the best the bar offered.

"I didn't say big brother."

"You didn't need to. If your brother brought them into the pack, my guess is he's the Alpha, which makes you the poor little brother."

I hit a soft spot. I can see it in his dark eyes.

"Ah, was the dream to be an Alpha?"

Fucking alphas and their need for control.

"And now what? You want to claim it back. I can't help you." Nor did I want to help. He was focusing on the wrong person to begin with.

"Our pack was fine until they arrived. And it all started with one." He clenches his fist and slams it into the table, nearly knocking my wine glass over. If that had spilled on me, I might have just stabbed him in the neck with the glass.

"That's not my problem."

"Rumor has it that you accept jobs for a decent amount of cash."

"And that's what you have, is it? Look at the state of you, you might as well have slept in a hole in the ground."

"I've been a little busy."

"Mourning your dead mate."

He nods, lowering his head as he rolls his neck.

"Right." I get to my feet. "I can't give you the help you're looking for. Correct that, I won't."

"I think you'll change your mind." He calls out after me as I stride away.

He catches up to me, standing far too close for my liking. His breath, the only clean thing about him, fans across my skin. "You're a Harrison, right."

I spin around to glare at him, my hand locking against his throat while pressing my stiletto heel into the toe of his boots. "Where the fuck did you hear that name?"

"My brother's mate is a Lycan."

"Impossible. Wolves are not mated to Lycans."

"That's just it, all three of us were. And my brother is mated to the most powerful one. The female Alpha."

My hand moves from his throat to his grubby jacket as I drag him to the ladies' room.

He laughs as I slam the door shut and push him back against the pink tiles.

"You better start talking. Because I am seconds away from ripping your throat out."