Chapter 72 Fucking Perfect

Ryder I stared into the street down below for a long time, watching as the cars zoomed by before my eyes were trained at the leather pouch in front of the restaurant. The bastard, I thought, clenching my fists in anger as I stepped out of the shadows to the Mercedes sports car that was parked at a corner of the road. She didn't even see me as she walked back. I could barely process it myself. Kara, my mate, dressed in some flimsy waitress costume. But that wasn't the part that made me angry; it was the imbecile standing beside her. Lucien Blackthorne. I spat out the name through gritted teeth. It left a bitter taste in my mouth; it always did. I opened the car door, my fingers tightening around the metal. I would crush it if I could. "Is everything alright, Alpha?" Marcos looked up from the driver's seat, his eyebrows arched in concern and fear. "Everything is fucking perfect," I spat through my teeth. "Drive." There she was, my mate, escaped right under my nose, flirting with that bas