Chapter # 42

“That Denzel is a werewolf,”

What. The. Fuck!?

My jaw dropped, staring at his face at how seriously he spoke such a funny statement. He couldn’t possibly expect me to believe that, did he?

“A- what? Are you kidding me?” I scowled, having no intention of listening to his stupid talks.

He merely suppressed a chuckle at my reaction and leaned back on his seat, resting his one leg over the other dominantly.

I narrowed my eyes from discontent to hear such things but he started placing some valid points that almost threw me into the abyss of questioning.

“People around his area calls him ‘Alpha,’ the leader of the pack, the highest position, Pack’s name, Crimson Heart,”

I opened my mouth to argue but paused. That didn’t prove anything.

I continued to glare at him, folding my arms at my chest as he used his next words with a dark smirk.

“Everyone is frightened of him, ninety percent of the people in your neighborhood are a part of the pack, they all follow him blindly. He is basically th