The Hex

Erus’ POV

In the fall of the night, I drive alone to Devon Greene’s house.

It's a small duplex in the quiet side of Moonclaw, where most of the foreigners lived in luxury.

The lights are turned on, and his cars are packed in the front. Thank the goddess that he is home, because I didn't call before coming.

When I pack the car next to his may batch, then I ring the bell.

The door opens, and Devon's eyes widen once he sees me.

“Alpha Erus is at my doorstep. Who would have thought this day would come?” He snorts.

“Are you going to let me in or not?” I roll my eyes.

“Please, be my guest.” He opens the door even wider, and steps aside to allow him to pass.

Devon seems to be a sort of minimalist, even though he is a billionaire like myself.

His house does scream of luxury the way mine does, but he barely has anything interesting going on.

His walls are painted a boring kind of Gray, and he has just two arts displayed on the wall.

Allen Fisher's art work. They aren't cheap at al