Kieran's POV
My wolf, Ronan, growled within me as I gripped the phone tighter, my jaw clenched and my eyes turning sharp as I listened to my private investigator's useless report.
"What did you just say?" I snarled.
"M-Miss Kyra fled as soon as I arrived in this country, Alpha Kieran. She returned to her home country. The reason why I was unable to—"
"Shut the fuck up!" I ended the call and grabbed my whiskey bottle so hard it almost broke.
So that's what gets you out of hiding, my sweetheart? Your daddy's precious collection at auction? I laughed and took a long drink. The whiskey burned going down, matching the heat of my blood. Damn, if I'd known this would work, I would've sold his shit piece by piece five years ago.
Damn, babe! You're making me so damn crazy! You're so fucking smart. That sexy brain of yours, always three steps ahead—that's why I can't get you out of my head. Why I'll never stop loving you.
