Chapter 91: Six Hundred Feet Under
Third POV
Ruby laughed, the sound surprisingly melodic in the pounding bass of the nightclub. She tossed her neon pink hair over her shoulder and leaned closer to Lucas, completely unfazed by his cold demeanor.
“No can do, handsome,” she said, wiping down the bar with a cloth. “Not anyone can just stroll in and demand to see the boss.” She smirked. “Even for the famed triplet Alphas.”
Lucas’s jaw tightened. He’d expected resistance, but time was running short. Every minute wasted here was another minute Hazel remained missing. They needed to know if The Dark Hour knew anything about Hazel’s disappearance.
Liam stepped forward, his normally friendly face hardened with determination. “What needs to be done to see him?”
Ruby’s eyes lit up at the challenge. She licked her lips slowly and deliberately, her gaze traveling from Liam’s face down to his chest.
“Well, if you entertain me and give me a fun time...” she purred, running a finger along Liam’s arm, “maybe I can consider putting in a good word.”
Liam caught her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. He smiled—a dangerous smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Let me make this clear,” he said, voice low enough that only Ruby and Lucas could hear. “Our mate is missing, and we have reason to believe your boss might have information we need. So either you help us, or—”
“Or what?” Ruby challenged, not pulling away. “You’ll mess with me? Trust me, wolf boy, you mess with me, you mess with everyone in this club.”
As if on cue, Lucas noticed several sets of eyes turning in their direction—vampires at the end of the bar, a group of werewolves by the stairs, and what appeared to be a witch watching them from near the DJ booth. The air in the club suddenly felt charged with tension.