All Chapters of Wanted by my ex mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kaiser.I was boiling with rage and irritation, pacing restlessly from the grand double French doors all the way to the lavish canopy bed. The crumpled envelope remained tightly gripped in my hand.“Damn brat!” I growled, my temper barely contained.I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this furious. I had pictured myself strangling Meghan, squeezing the life out of her but thank God she fled right after dropping that reckless piece of information.Did she truly believe she could challenge me? Intimidate me into leaving town with an empty threat? She was sorely mistaken. Still, important business awaited me, and I planned to leave the pack once it was handled not because of some foolish tape. When the time was right, I’d devise the perfect retribution for her.I tore open the envelope, still simmering with both anger and self-disappointment. I had underestimated Meghan’s sharpness, and now that miscalculation was coming back to haunt me. I’d jumped the gun. Why did she g

Kaiser.I stepped out of my car and leaned briefly against the door, letting the moment drag as I tried to steady the throb in my head. Despite myself, my thoughts drifted to Meghan, and the irritation that followed was instant. It wasn’t just her betrayal, it was the fact that I still couldn’t pretend I didn’t care. My body was aching, my stomach unsettled, and I didn’t feel like a man at all right now. But if she thought she’d get away with what she did, she was sorely mistaken.I climbed the porch steps and knocked on the door with the heavy brass knocker. It was Raphael himself who answered. His reaction was measured, just a flicker of surprise before he stepped aside. One of my men had pointed me in his direction, claiming he was the most reliable killer-for-hire around.“I had a feeling you were looking for me,” he said, lips curled into something between a smirk and a challenge.“I’m Kaiser,” I said plainly. “And I’m in need of someone who can handle a kill... and keep it quiet

Meghan.The sharp jangle of my cellphone ripped through the quiet, dragging me out of deep sleep. Groggy and disoriented, I turned over, the bedsheet following me and tugging free from the corners of the mattress. My eyes blinked open, scanning the dim bedroom of my six-room bungalow tucked neatly into one of the winding canyons in Hamilton Haven.A soft breeze drifted in through the open window, rich with the earthy scent of wild sage. The sheer white curtains fluttered gently, the full moon beyond casting silvery light through the panes, illuminating the tousled mess of sheets and blankets I’d twisted myself in. I wasn’t what you’d call a restless sleeper, more like aggressively unconscious.The phone rang again, slicing through the silence like a knife to my nerves. I groaned, fumbling for it. As my hand brushed the receiver, my cat, Digger, let out a low growl of protest.“Oh, shut it, Digger. I didn’t even touch you,” I mumbled, sinking back into my pillow as I dragged the phone

Kaiser.“How is the deal not secured? I went through every piece of paperwork myself!”I glared down at my phone, rage simmering beneath my skin, as though the sheer intensity of my expression could reach through the line and shake the person speaking.“I understand, sir,” Lisa, my personal assistant, replied cautiously. “But that’s not the only issue anymore. The pack council has rejected the agreement for reasons unknown. The offer’s off the table for our firm and another company has withdrawn, too. I’m working on alternatives.”“You’d better,” I growled before cutting the call short. There was nothing more to discuss. Fury surged through me. Who the hell was trying to sabotage me?“This reeks of Meghan’s interference. I can feel it,” I muttered to my Beta, who stood silently beside me.“It definitely has her fingerprints all over it,” he said, snuffing out his cigar before taking a long drink from his glass of brandy.“I’ve had enough of her. That ridiculous woman is stirring up ch

Kaiser.She moved gracefully through the crowd, every step purposeful, her aura commanding attention. Star walked beside her, chatting casually, but I was too focused on the newcomer to care what they were saying. Her voice carried with it the smooth cadence of a Southern wolf deeply rooted yet softened by refinement. There was something aristocratic in her tone, a certain polished control that suggested elite schooling or perhaps years of private tutoring in speech and elocution.From the moment I saw her, I could tell this wasn’t just any woman. She didn’t belong among the usual chaos of the club. Her presence was too poised, too cultivated. She wasn’t shy, but confident, a product of high society, likely born into wealth and power. Her posture, her way of engaging with the environment, it all pointed to someone who’d been trained to navigate social circles with impeccable grace. There was elegance in every movement, every glance. She wasn’t fumbling or nervous like many newcomers.