Ezra Monroe-
There are many situations in life where you are tested as an alpha. When your son's mate dies...when the same son returns only to mate with his ex-mate's sister, when you discover she's actually holding your grandson and won't kill herself (unlike her sister) because of it. When you hear your son's rejected his mate....when that same son nearly dies in a car crash that you figure was set up.
And when said son, storms into your room, this son being the one you were trying to get out of his hole of misery for the past 1o weeks, shaven, showered, and while he looks on the thin side he looks like him...again.
Asking for two million dollars....well.
Yeah, well I'm lost. The alpha is lost. Deal with it, fuckers.
The alpha just called people fuckers in his head.
The alpha really needs to stop talking about himself in third person.
"Dad, I need two million dollars, please don't ask questions," he says, panting.
Lila exchanges a glance with me, her full lips parting slightly reminding me of...
This is not the time to be lusting over your wife, Ezra.
"Um..." is my smart response as Lila gets up, tilting her head. "Ridge, what's going on?"
I realize it then. His entire form is shaking and his eyes look wild. My heart drops. Something must be wrong for Ridge to lose his composure. Ridge never loses his cool.
"North-- she, she was supposed to tell me to come--the idiot fucking shouted for me not to come, and now--they could--oh, god,"
"Okay, calm down," Lila says, soothingly. Leave it up to her to stay calm as I'm about to freak out.
"They took her, mom," he chokes, and I'd never seen my son so broken. I help him into a chair.
"Who?" I demand.
"North," he croaks, chest heaving.
Fuck. This was bad. I knew I should have never let them go deeper into this case. But they had, and Ridge being Ridge, I hadn't been able to stop him.
"Okay, okay, we want North safe," I say, rubbing my forehead as I grab my phone. The kid wasn't only good, she was, and although she acted tough I knew she was a good person. Ridge had told me about her father, how she consoled the thief's wife. I was happy Ridge had found her.
But it wasn't only that. She'd changed Ridge. Anyone with eyes could see that, except for Ridge himself, of course. And I liked the kid. She would not get out hurt. I wouldn't allow it. And two million dollars was nothing to me.
"I'll call Josh," I say, referencing my bank lawyer.
"Boss, I was just going to tell you..."
"What?"
"I mean...I haven't had time, but I swear I was going to tell you--"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Stevens?" I say, my patience running short.
"The company sir, your Monroe Designs, it's, it's--"
"Fucking SPIT IT OUT!" I had no time for this.
"All the money sir, it's gone,"
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Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)
Hombres LoboRidge Monroe is an asshole. That sentence can and will probably be on the lips of every girl in Cali. Either for being ditched after giving him head or for not being called back after a drunken fuck. That's just because Ridge functioned that way...