Abe, a weird and short werewolf novel
Chapter 11

Abbygail’s point of view:

Because of the revelation that Dominic was a werewolf, and a bad one at it, I knew I needed more information about this whole thing. So, we were sitting at a table in Scott’s office, where Linda, Scott and his Beta all gave me a crash course on werewolf one-o-one, My head started to spin from all the information, but I had wanted this for a couple of days already so I could adjust to all of it before we were in any danger. I explained that I needed to know all their strengths and weaknesses, to create a better security system, and finally, they accepted it. So, no time to complain about the fact that it might have been too much to handle.

“So, when can I link with you guys?” I asked them, still not completely comprehending the fact that they have the telepathic ability to talk to each other in their minds.

“Probably when I mark you during the ceremony, but you are human, so it might take some practice.” Linda explained.

“And marking me means…”

“When I bite you, during sex.” Scott filled in.

“Oh yes, when you bite me during… wait what?” I asked them, looking around for confirmation of this ludicrous thing.

“Yep.” Linda said and I rubbed my head.

“I definitely need my pink Bugatti now.” I whispered in agony. A ride in my gorgeous pink beauty would do the trick to relieve me of my stress like it had done hundreds of times before.

“And your pink Bugatti is a pseudonym for your Ford Estate?” Beta Zachary assumed.

“No, my pink Bugatti is a pseudonym for my pink Bugatti Veyron, that I have in my garage.” I explained while still rubbing my head and closing my eyes as the lights in the office were too bright.

Oohh silence, that sounds nice… no sounds at all is just bliss right now… Wait, I’m in an office, sitting on Scott’s lap, why is it this quiet?

“You are joking right?” Zachary asked me.

“No, there’s my grey Maserati, my pink Bugatti and… Oh yeah, my bright red Ferarri.” I chuckled.

“Yes, of course, don’t forget your red Ferarri.” Linda said, throwing her arms in the air.

“No, I wasn’t forgetting it, I just remembered it to be funny that they all ended with an ‘i’ that’s all.” I shrugged, rubbing my head again.

“Honey, how much money do you make?” Scott asked me and I looked up, trying to come up with a number, but I couldn’t.

“Hold on, let me call my manager.” I said when I took out my phone and dialled Harley.

“Hey Abby, all recovered I hope?” She answered, for everyone to hear as I had put it on speaker.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But, could you tell me how much my monthly income is?”

“Right now?” She asked me and I didn’t reply, waiting for her to answer me. “Uhm, well we don’t have a steady income right now, but if you’d accept that new contract I send you, you’d be at a total of six hundred and fifty-two thousand dollars by the end of the month.”

“But that is without the two million from the FBI and the four million from that rather shady project in China, right?” I asked her, just making sure that I’ve been paid for both those contracts.

“Well, partially was in last month’s income and the rest was donated, remember?” Harley said.

“Oh, right I forgot about that! Great, thank you!” I hung up and put the phone in my pocket.

I always wanted to do something like this, ever since I had gone off the radar. I know I have a lot of money, but to see these faces is just priceless! Their jaws were pretty much down at the floor, eyes bulging out of their sockets, and they couldn’t utter a single word!

“I’d like to introduce myself as Abbygail Bettany Evans, short for Abe. I’m probably the richest girl on the planet, as I can make anything happen, digitally speaking that is, so, if you don’t mind, I’ll be off to finish my project here and making sure that that asshole of a Dominic won’t get anywhere near my new family. See ya!”

That should do the trick, for now, I hope. I wanted to have some alone time and clear my head for a few hours. I couldn’t really get to my Bugatti now, as I had to be driving back for an hour first, so I resided to tinkering with the new security items that just got delivered.

Ooh, remote controls, detonators and explosives! Fun!

Scott’s point of view:

What the hell did just happen?

How is this forming a conversation?

She is rich?

She is Abe?!

Did she call us her new family?

What the hell is this?

Linda started to chuckle, which turned into full out laughter, at which my Beta joined her as well and I couldn’t stay behind. It took us several minutes to wrap our heads around the information she dropped on us.

“And then she just walked off!” Linda hollered and my Beta began laughing again.

“And she fooled our Alpha into making him pay more than double the price!” Linda commented again and my eyes grew even wider! She is right!

Abby never needed the money! She just wanted to let me know she could boss me around! Ohh… She’s going to regret being the trickster she is… I smirked at knowing the possibilities to make her beg and scream in torture! I’m going to have fun…

We all left the office and I went to look for her, but I couldn’t replace her anywhere inside. Eventually, I stood in the hall, scratching my head, wondering where she could have gone off too. Hmm.. her jeep is still here, so she isn’t gone.

“Sir, could you please sign off this delivery form?” A guy wearing clothes from a local delivery company asked me. “Your wife said that you had to sign it off, as you are the boss, while she took everything to the back of the house.” He said and I chuckled at that. I’m her husband now, am I?

I quickly checked over the contents, to see what she had ordered with my money.

-10 cameras with heat recognition and activation

-12 bags of cheese-onion chips

-3 remote controls

-2 sets of protective gear

-14 Dragoons

-12kg of Trinitrotuluene

Okay, the cameras and the chips are explainable. But what is she going to do with three remote controls, protective gear, and Dragoons? What are Dragoons? And that last one, Trinitrotoluene? Why does that sound so familiar?

“Fire in the hole!” I suddenly heard her yell in the distance, through a megaphone, only moments before an enormous blast bellowed through the air, shaking the ground and nearly breaking the windows of my mansion!

She fucking ordered TNT!!!

I went outside, ran around the building and to the end of the grassy plains, where there used to be a small shed standing. Yes, used to be… It’s gone now!

And Abby? Well, she was cheering and jumping, standing behind a protective shield of bomb-proof glass while she was covered in a protective cushioned outfit. She was looking like a big, green marshmallow, completely unhinged of the fact that she had just blown a hole in my yard!

If you didn’t know her, you would think she is mental!

But as she had opened up to me, more every day, I came to replace that she needs her weird quirks and someone to not stop her, to let her feel free and happy. She needed her distractions to keep her mind occupied with other things than only her bad memories.

She liked working with little kids, but then also loved to talk about sex with me, or loved taking her time into hacking the DMV with her brand new laptop but also enjoys playing games on her old-school Gameboy. Even her Spotify list showed that she had preferences ranging from happy Disney songs to dark heavy metal, and then jump back to Glee or musicals, only to rock her hair back and forth on her favourite Queen song again.

Furthermore, she also showed interest when one of my pack members was painting on a canvas, or when one of the youngsters needed some help with some political issues to solve at school. She could mingle with everyone, honestly showing interest and having an opinion on different kinds of subjects.

Her eclectic preferences, in not only music but also hobbies, communication and relations, made her just that special.

But TNT? No, that’s not something I had thought of…

“Did you see that? Did you??” She asked me all jolly, and I nodded. “Oh, and don’t worry about the money, this is on me.” She winked and went to shake herself out of the protective gear.

I cursed when she did that as, underneath it, she only wore her new, black-laced lingerie…

A/n: Maybe I should have written a book about a seductive succubus instead of that of a nerdy but beautiful trickster... Or is that the same thing? So, confused!