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By the time I finished, everyone was staring at me like I've grown ten heads. Even Xander, the statue, had his mouth open…incredulous. 

“Ryker, have you gone crazy? Or am I the one whose brain has been addled.” Caelum gasped. 

Since I was young, I've never been one to do things as expected. Why should this be any different? That was the only reason I could be a multi millionaire at twenty-four, even after Howard stole all our inheritance and left us penniless. 

Japheth nodded and gave me the thumbs up. “This is… wild…so Ryker Frost.”

Altair who had been silent all along, lying on the teal colored egg chair at the edge, a magazine over his face finally sat up. 

Altair was always like a shadow, silent, deadly and incredibly dangerous. He could stay in a position for hours without being noticed. Most often, he appears to be sleeping. But when he does move, it comes with thunder. Hence his nickname—Storm.

The corner of his lips curled, his eyes sharpening. “I, Altair Jordan, have never been afraid of trouble. I'm only worried things will be too calm for me. Since there's mischief to be made, I'm always in. The more chaotic the better.”

Japheth pointed at him and winced. “He's crazy.”

I slapped Altair’s back. He's surely the man. With his talent of disappearing like a mist, they wouldn't know what hit them. 

The plans have been finalized, so I made my way back to set things in motion. 

Just in the hallway, I felt this strange sensation of warmth creeping across my skin. My eyes narrowed, and my steps faltered. 

Someone bumped into me, and I staggered back. Shocking. As an S-class alpha, few people can nudge me. 

I looked up. It was a man, dressed in an expensive black shatoosh suit, his face covered with a black mask. His eyes were a warm honey color, with flecks of gold. And his pheromones…smelt amazing. 

Normally, Alphas can't stand the scent of another superior ranked alpha's pheromones. But his wasn't half as offensive as others. 

“Who's this blind bat? Daring to bump into the young master.”

The rude question had me tearing my eyes away from the anomaly, and my gaze zeroed in on the source. One of the burly guards accompanying the money bag actually dared to speak to me in that manner? 

I moved like lightning, appearing before the foul-mouthed thing. My fingers closed around his neck, and I flung him like a sack of potatoes against the wall. 

His bones gave off audible crunches, and he slid down. I stopped his descent with my forearm carelessly pressed against his neck, pinning him in place. 

“Your father is the blind bat.” I spat. “Didn't your mother teach you manners?”

The rest of the companions finally reacted. I let him fall to the ground, sputtering like an old electricity generator, his mouth open, eyes rolling back. 

My nose turned up, disdain flowing from my pores. “Pathetic beta.”

“You…” One of the other guards seemed pissed off and took a step towards me. I scoffed and continued on my way. 

I have been itching for a fight for hours. If they dared to engage me, I wouldn't mind leveling this place. 

To my disappointment, their master grabbed his arm, pulling him back. 

Behind me, I heard the masked money bag chuckle and mutter: “interesting.”

I didn't check, or wonder what he meant. I couldn't care less. 

*****

Author’s Pov

In a dimly lit room that screamed of old money and power, the masked man Ryker met earlier in the corridor sat in a high backed alligator leather chair, expensive enough to make royalty look broke. 

This time, he wasn't masked. His face was partially obscured under the poor lighting. 

A glass of wine was between his fingers, being swirled carelessly. Guards were at strategic points in the room, blending into the environment. (Not that he needed them.) 

A brown haired young man dressed in black walked briskly into the room. Though a beta, he seemed more dangerous than most alphas. Like a bomb waiting to explode. 

“Lord Lachlan, we detected suspicious movements on the bride's side. Her brother is up to something.” He paused briefly. “According to our sources, he might plan to sabotage the wedding irrespective of the stakes involved. How should we handle him?”

The corner of the man's lips curled wickedly, half amused. 

“Do nothing.” His voice, a soft baritone rang out, measured and authoritative. 

“I want to see how far he goes, and the level of mischief the little wild cat is capable of.”

Zarek Lachlan was curious. If Ryker was really as predictable as he assumed, he would be walking right into Zarek’s trap. And when he does. 

Zarek chuckled darkly, downing the content. “If there's no chaos, it won't be memorable.”