Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,6

black gasped and quickly stood at attention.

"Prince Neo. W-W-We apologize! We were not aware of your arrival!"

All eyes were back on me, and seeing as Dimitris wasn't in our car, I knew I'd get a bit of questioning about the rather "royal" title. It'd been a while since I last arrived, and my guards only felt more nervous at the idea of simply calling me Neo.

Annoying.

"I had unexpected business." I got straight to the point. "We'll be staying in the penthouse. I want security doubled. Dimitris will be here shortly with another ally. They're cleared by me. I want food prepared by the time we reach the hotel. And where's Zane?"

"Zane is out on business, Prince, but I can contact him?"

"Tell him I need him here in ten minutes."

"Yes, sir!"

"Ensure the suites are available for my guests. You know how each of them like their arrangements."

"I'll handle that immediately."

There was nothing else to be said, which left me to do the honors of lifting the tiny plastic button to roll the glass back up.

"Open the gates!" the guard declared. I swore they were close to peeing their pants. It was amusing how my calm demeanor always left people trembling.

Yet they said a blind man can't rule the world.

Once the front window was shut, we moved right onto the main street that would lead to two more security points. I recalled the first time I'd brought the Forbidden to these parts. They’d thought I was ready to kill them and use their bodies for research purposes.

As amusing as the taunting idea was, I'd actually gotten used to our unique differences, but I even had Dimitris trembling internally at the potential outcome.

Not like he'd show the others just how fucking worried he was.

I didn't think we'd ever come down this route, but it made sense. My district took up the east part of NYC, and no one fucking knew about it because it was under my real name.

Nicodemus Ramiro.

It always amused me when I heard the gossip about how my name left people begging for mercy, while the bold ones would do anything to hop on a plane to Mexico in hopes of never being found by me.

Sad that they never reach boarding time.

My birth had been celebrated like a king sitting upon the throne, and though the loss of my sight was of a noble nature, it didn't stop the wrath I could deliver in a world of bloodshed. Joining Dimitris's pack tamed that cynical beast within me, but it didn't mean it couldn't click into its role and remind those who'd forgotten how dangerous I could be in anyone's presence.

Money talked, especially when you carried currencies few held in their possession thanks to generational wealth in this world of shifters. But royal titles? That got you into places you'd never think were possible.

"So..." Saint began, and I tugged out of my thoughts to acknowledge his dancing energies of white that moved like a flickering flame in a fireplace. "Are we ignoring the fact Neo was just called a prince, or are we planning to have this conversation...like never."

Jayce sighed. I could only imagine his eyes rolling while his blue energy flickered with gold. "Does it matter?"

"No," Saint pointed out. "But last time we came here, which was a fucking long time ago, no one was calling him ‘Prince.’"

"You'd never think this side of NYC had anything like this security gateway nonsense," Onyx casually muttered, as if the whole royalty topic was already boring him.

"You're changing the topic on purpose." Saint sounded disappointed. Poor guy always loved a bit of gossip.

"If I wanted to change the topic, I'd simply say so and you'd obey," Onyx pointed out. "You still owe me for sexualizing my Willow."

"Are you still using that against me?" Saint whined. "I feel hurt that our current pack bond doesn't affirm the obvious fact that I ain't trying to sleep with Willow."

"Not yet," Jayce commented. "You're merely waiting for the prime moment."

"Which side are you on again?" Saint inquired.

"The side that doesn't land my dead body anywhere on this dirt road," Jayce concluded, and I could visualize him crossing his arms. "Remember last time someone was too nosey about Neo's life?"

"Oh." Saint paused, and the reminder encouraged the memory of the driver who kept asking question after question like we were some commoners that asked for a talkative chauffeur.

Landed his body with his throat slit on the side of the road for my men to clean up after he