Mavericks POV
I spoke to my family for the first time in five years.
I felt so happy to know that they were doing okay.
Dad told me that he hid the truth from everyone in the pack.
Apart from him and his Beta, Harold Armstrong.
I scoffed when he told me that everyone in the lack believes that I was undergoing special training from the lycan king himself.
Special training indeed!
He said a welcome party was being held on my behalf, because everyone in the pack misses me, and they are more than excited to welcome me back to the pack.
I know he is lying, Bo one really had the time to be throwing a party for me, they all need to work overtime to meet up with their tax requirement.
He literally had to force them all to leave their businesses and come to the pack house to welcome Leroy and I.
The only people excited to have me back are the young, unmated omegas, trying to get me to notice them.
I would have gladly obliged their request, but I have no time for frivolous activity, I have an important mission to carry out, and I need to be focused if I ever want to outsmart king Gerald.
“I need a few days to clear my head, dad.
The party can wait.” I told him firmly when he kept insisting that I come back home immediately.
It took a few weeks to get my head back in the game.
I asked my dad to send me a detailed report about the pack and the company, I studied everything carefully and I kept in touch with my dad and my PA, I made sure I got daily updates and reports on everything that concerns my pack and my companies.
At the same time, I toured Paris and Hawaii, and I engaged in many fun activities with Leroy and a few ladies we picked up at the first club we went to when we arrived in Paris.
I did some work out in the dungeon, but I know I needed to hit the gym if I want to stay fit, so I made sure I spend the morning hours in the gym.
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I noticed that I was being tailed by some unknown guys.
I don’t have my wolf, yet, so I couldn’t smell them to know if they are lycans.
But ever since I uncovered the secrets of the scrolls, I discovered that my body reacts in a certain way whenever I’m about to face danger.
It’s like a warning sign and I’m learning to understand it and use it to our advantage.
I see these guys following us around, keeping track of everything we do.
I know they were sent by King Gerald and I realize that he is trying to get the location of the last healer through me.
He must think that I am searching for her in Paris and Hawaii.
He is so damn stupid.
If only he knows that he is the reason why I embarked on this trip.
I want to see the methods he would use to trail me, I want to study all his strategies before I go back home.
That way I would be able to protect myself when I finally find her.
I went for an MRI to see If there was a GPS tracker inside of me.
I know king Gerald can be a paranoid bastard, and I’m not ready to take any chances with him.
I know if I have a bug planted in my body, the MRI machine will rip it right out.
I was right, though.
I found an implant on my left thumb.
That prompted me to do a full-body x-ray and just look.
Anything metal will stick out like a sore thumb.
It was a Thursday night when I got back.
My welcome party would be held the next day, so I decided to keep my arrival a secret and lay low until tomorrow.
I did not go to the pack house and I did not inform my parents that I was in town.
Only two people knew about my return, the manager of my four-star hotel, Frederick, and the manager of my nightclub, Dawson.
I’ve received their reports for the last five years and I must confess that I’m impressed with their dedication and hard work.
I know we can do better, but I’m still impressed with what they gave achieved so far.
It’s quite encouraging.
I Let them know that I don’t want to be seen or disturbed.
I made use of the secret entrances, and I had fun all through the night until one dumb, proud, blonde bitch decided to empty a tray filled with drinks on me, and in so doing she ruined my plans and made my presence known to everyone in the club.
The most annoying part of it is that she is not remorseful at all.
If anything, she had this arrogant look on her face and it infuriated me even more.
She is beautiful, yet so proud and stubborn.
I can’t believe that she refused to apologize for her mistakes.
I feel so strange to be around her, my body was reacting strangely to her presence.
I didn’t think deeply about these strange feelings, I’m too tired to think about anything else, but her clumsiness and stubbornness.
Who the hell does she think she is?