Wolf-man lifted his hand, shushing the king to his people, his now narrowed eyes focused solely on me. “I have faith in you, Noelle. I think you know, deep in your heart and mind, that publishing anything of that nature could have devastating effects for humans, shifters, and mates, alike.”
I merely arched one dark eyebrow. “What’s your real answer, Wolfe?”
One side of his mouth curved up into a cruel and vicious smile. He replied in a deadly whisper, “Nothing of that nature will ever be published. I’ve set up protocols for it now. Poof. It will just erase from the internet as soon as the writer hits publish.”
“That is censorship,” I argued hotly.
“It’s global security, Noelle. And if you didn’t know it already, my friends and I rule this fucking world. We own it. We can do as we please, including hiding the truth to keep everyone safe and alive.”
“You’re a disgusting pig.”
“No, I’m a damn wolf.” He jammed his finger toward the stairs. “You can leave now. Your luggage is by the front door.”
I glared a second longer, then spun on my heel and marched down the stairs. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I noted that Theron, the owner of King Corporation, had a very nice yet incredibly humble home. Not one ounce of ostentation surrounded any item inside. I grabbed the handle of my luggage and slammed out the front door.
Wolfe Cooper was a damn tyrant. Jackass!
A handsome jackass. But still a jackass.
And a jackass who had saved my life in there…
