Promise & Artem (The Wolf's Mate Generations Book 8) by R. E. Butler

Author:R. E. Butler [Butler, R. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

Nero watched from the dining room as Artem, his father, and another male stood on the front porch. The calm façade he’d presented just moments earlier gave way to the cold and calculating male who didn’t let people fuck him over. He scowled and a low growl rumbled in his chest.

Apparently, Artem hadn’t been told the truth about the fight league: the only way out was in a body bag. If he thought he could leave because he didn’t want to fight anymore, then he was seriously mistaken about the sort of male Nero was.

To Adir he said, “Make sure Artem regrets trying to leave. No one is allowed to leave whenever they feel like it. It’s my league and I’m the alpha. He lives and breathes at my pleasure, and he will keep his commitment to me.”

“How bad do you want him to regret leaving?”

“Bad enough to send a clear message. You can be as creative as you’d like.”

“On it.”

Adir and two others hustled from the dining room. Nero ran his thumb back and forth along the edge of his phone as he waited to see what Adir would do.

He didn’t have to wait long.

As Artem and the two males with him walked across the parking lot, a vehicle with its lights off cruised toward them from behind. It was an electric vehicle and traveling at a low rate of speed so there was no sound from the engine.

A moment later, the tires squealed as the car raced forward and rammed into Artem, sending him flying several feet into the air and landing hard on the ground.

There was a sickening crunch as he hit the concrete and a cruel smile crossed Nero’s face at Adir using his car as a weapon. That would certainly teach Artem a painful lesson.

Artem’s father and the other male shouted in alarm and raced to him. Adir swung the vehicle around and returned to the front parking lot.

Nero walked back to his seat and put his phone on the table. In another hour he’d need to head to the warehouse for the fights. He was pissed that Artem wouldn’t be fighting until he healed, because he’d lose money without his top-billed fighter there. But the money loss was a small price for Nero to pay to ensure that Artem knew his place. Besides, it wasn’t like he’d ordered him killed, just injured.

He was certain no matter how extensive the injuries were, that once the male shifted into his minotaur, he’d heal and should be a little bit wiser in the process.

He suspected the healing process would be painful. He’d been hit by a car, after all. And it would be good for Artem to be in as much pain as possible so he didn’t forget who he worked for.

Nero was not a male to be trifled with and Artem had learned a hard lesson tonight.

He fully expected to see the male at the fights during his next scheduled match, and if he didn’t? Well,

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