Chapter Sixteen
Zane’s POV
I held the phone to my ear, the cold plastic pressed against my jaw as the silence between us stretched long and heavy. I didn't need to ask who it was. That venomous, velvet tone was unmistakable, carries with it the suffocating stench of pure arrogance and old pack politics.
“Zara,” I said flatly, taking a long drag from my cigarette and blowing the smoke out into the cool evening air. “What do you want?”
A light, melodious laugh echoed through the speaker, crisp and entirely unbothered by my icy tone.
“Is that any way to speak to your future Luna, Creed?” she purred, her voice dripping with artificial warmth. “I heard through the grapevine that you’re opening a new club and bar down on the industrial strip. A little low-brow for a billionaire, isn't it? B
