The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Forty-Seven – Not My Day II

While standing there, Johnson’s nose efficiently caught the smell of wolfsbane that was wrapped under the clothes lying round. His insides churned.

“Doctor, open up or I’d kill you!” he slapped the door again, despite the slight burn the silver on it was giving him.

He heard a voice, down outside the window. He looked from the window and saw the doctor down, hanging his bag.

“So son, I have to head to the hospital now. I’d be back and please be gone from my home by then.” The man said confidently yet casually.

Johnson snapped. Was this man being serious? Leaving him in a wolfsbane room with silver and knowing he’s a werewolf? How’d he come out?

“Open this door, now!”

The man rolled his eyes. “You broke into my house. Break Out!” He began walking to his car. “You annoying werewolves. Stubborn and all.”

Johnson growled loudly as the man drove out. He shifted the wolfsbane under the clothes to a side of the room then stayed at the other side.

He couldn’t hear The doctor’s car anymore. He sighed. This wasn’t happening. He couldn’t lose another catch.

How was the doctor waiting for him? Who the hell had tipped the doctor of his coming?

He rose from the ground and threw himself on the door but it only gave him bruises. He tried phoning but who’d he call?

His lead warrior could withstand silver much less than he could and the wolfsbane would kill him instantly.

Cherry was hospitalized. He didn’t care about the other warriors to have their phone number. And he didn’t have a Beta and his Delta’s dead.

He crept to the window and looked down. That was almost fourteen feet and he’d have a sprain if he lands on his feet.

But, at least, he’d be out of the room. He made for the jump but unluckily, landed on his butt instead. He felt something dislocate.

“Today is not my day.” He finalized, shifting into his wolf so he can manage his pain. Zeke helped him heal enough to move the waist.

He ran to the hospital, hoping to catch the doctor’s car but he was late by minutes.

He shifted back. And stormed to Cherry’s ward. “Get up. Doctors can’t help you here. You were drugged.” He rested on her bed.

Cherry had jolted when she saw him. “Oh, okay. But please knock next time you’re coming in. I don’t know why anyone can easily barge into my ward.” She mumbled.

Johnson raised his brow. He noticed a chunk of her hair on the bed rest. Was she balding?

“Did someone come into your room apart from our doctor and nurse?” He asked.

Cherry pouted, “I am not complaining, I’d handle it but Nathan and Stephanie found me here and Stephanie tugged at my head.”

Johnson frowned. Nathan was here? Then who had be been chasing? What was going on?

“She came and just tug at your hair and you let her?” Did she just let that go.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I was sleepy and Nathan was there. You know he’s supernatural and all.” She defended herself.

Johnson exhaled. “Just rest. I’d get him. I almost caught him today. He’s going under a name called Jarma.”

“Oh, about that. Nathan isn’t that man on tuxedo jacket. I’d ask him and heard his tone. I think part of him is human cos I hear when he’s lying and not. And he’s not the man.” Cherry asserted.

Johnson felt his waist creek as he attempted standing straight. How was he not the man? Then who the man?

It was beginning to seem like ‘men’ as one person wouldn’t have energy to run with him twice, across the street and at Changsam.

“Okay, then. This makes everything worse. If it isn’t Nathan. Who is the damn man?”

Cherry shrugged. “I don’t know. But who ever is still a threat and doesn’t like us both very much.”

Johnson punched the wall. If it wasn’t Nathan, who really had he been chasing all the while?

And it made sense, on Nathan’s portfolio, there was nothing like worked at the Tuxedo Ninjas. Also how’d he be a CEO and a Ninjas same time.

“Fine, let’s go home now.” He lifted Cherry to his shoulders, his waist creaked but he needed to get her home before their mysterious ninja or Nathan and Stephanie return to hurt her.

The lead warrior was outside waiting for them. Johnson patted him for being early. It was the first time he needed to drive home. He shared his findings with him.

“Assassins from brothels are rarely used by packs, so it probably isn’t Alpha Luciana.”

Johnson nodded. “Yeah, I know it’s not her. But who else have I offended?”

The lead warrior and Cherry snapped their heads at him.

He nodded again and rephrased, “Okay, I offend a lot of folks. But who have I offended that is so skilled and would come after me?”

“Anything else on him? I know someone at the brothel that can tell me if he’s an assassin or he hid there for cover.” The lead warrior explained.

“Jarma. A fortune teller said he was called Jarma and bought Mashi from her. I need this guy asap, okay?” Johnson sighed.

The lead warrior nodded. “Well, Alpha. That isn’t the only issue. The Council of packs had asked you to pay a fine to Alpha Luciana for attacking her shipment. And send her an apology.”

“Apology?” Cherry looked disgusted. “That word makes my insides twist and hurt?”

The Lead warrior smiled, contentedly. “Yes, our Alpha should apologize for annoying her. She may do the same for stealing your gold. Don’t offend the council, Alpha, do as told.”

Cherry scoffed. “So she ran to tell the council that you bullied her. That’s pathetic.”

The lead warrior laughed. “Actually, it’s smart. She has bullied us back but is now preventing us from retaliating by bringing the council. I wonder who gave her such smart idea.”

Cherry turned and faced him. “Who’s side are you on?” He smirked and shrugged.

Johnson slapped the car door. “I’m cursed. That fortune teller had also said things won’t end well for me and look, it didn’t.”

The lead warrior raised a brow. “A fortune teller? If she had said that then I think she meant your end, like life’s end, not just today’s end.”

Cherry slapped his arm. “Now you’re cursing him!”

The lead warrior shrugged with a smirk again. “I was just explaining, Alpha. No offense.”

Cherry and Johnson sighed simultaneously.

Johnson buried his head into his hands. “Today isn’t my day at all.