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He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
~ George Eliot

“Verìon Gray…” I sneered as he moved in closer. “I don’t recall us being on good enough terms for you to off my bar tab. Or buy me a drink...”
“Ah, what’s a little money and a few drinks between old friends…”
Only someone as well known to be from old money as he would say something like that. “Heh, old friends, yeah right… Now, I’ll ask you again, Gray! What. Do. You. Want!”
“You know what I want, Toshi…” The werewolf crooned, grabbing my chin, and forcing me to look at him. “Or haven’t I been clear enough on the subject already?”
Hell, I want to kill this man! “Really?” I asked, grabbing ahold of his wrist with almost enough force to break it. “Cause, I think I’ve been clear enough for the both of us…”
The man grinned and allowed me to remove his hand, holding them up in a gesture of mock surrender. Oh yeah, Verìon Gray was from old money, alright… And because of that, the playboy thought he could get anything he wanted, and that includes me. The scary thing was, this guy wasn’t playing with me! As a pureblood werewolf, it was one thing to play around with the females of other races, but eventually, he’d settle down and find a more suitable mate… Say an equally rich and pureblooded female werewolf, for instance? Not wasting his time chasing after a female-...