Chapter 261

Hudson's POV I drove the red convertible through Paris streets, my mind still fixated on Christina and that designer. Lycaon growled softly in my head. "She's with him right now," my wolf muttered. "Our mate with another male." "It's business," I reminded him, though my jaw clenched involuntarily. "You believe that?" I didn't answer. Instead, I turned the car into an underground parking garage off Rue de Vaugirard where three men were waiting. All members of my former European pack structure—wolves who'd followed me. One nodded silently, took the keys, and drove away in the convertible. Another opened the door to an inconspicuous black Peugeot. The car looked ordinary, but I knew better. Armored chassis. Reinforced undercarriage. Bullet-resistant glass. Security modifications that made the interior more cramped, especially with half the backseat occupied by Kylian Martin—a massive wolf built like a concrete wall. Kylian popped the cork off an empty champagne bottle. "Surprise!" I stare