Mr Rome

Grace was standing by the window looking as the rain drizzled down the window when when Dante walked in tired, drenched from head to toe from the rain.

"You're up already?"

He asked taking off his clothes as he stood beside the fireplace.

"Yeah." She barely let out.  "Where were you?"

She asked, turning to look at him.

He turned abruptly then turned back to the fireplace. He was naked now..

"I had to go take care of some thing."

Grace nodded as she watched him grab a cloth from the wardrobe and wrap it around his waist.

"Like what?"

He looked up at her, walking towards, he grabbed her hands.

"Things my love."

Her lips quivered as she looked into his eyes. He was suddenly in her head and she just simply turned her head to a side knocking him out.

Dante squeezed her hands surprised and hurt. How did she learn to do that? And why?

"Is there anything wrong?"

"No." The nagging feeling to ask about his former mate choked her like lack of air. But at the same time something in her felt like she didn't have the right to. But he was the one who came to kidnap her. She had the right to know everything.

"No." She said unclasping her hands from his, she turned to the bed.

"I just feel sick. As you know. I'm just recovering from an unknown attack. I wonder what happened"

She said sarcastically and dismissively

He opened his mouth to speak only for her to cut him off by putting a hand out to silence him.

"Good night."

"What's going on between you and Dante?"

Leila asked as she swiftly flipped the toast in the pan.

"Nothing."

"I think you should talk to him Grace. He's.... He's trying his best."

"There's nothing wrong with both of us Leila."

Leila raised her hands up in the air in a surrender.

"I didn't say anything"

Grace sighed dropping the bowl in which she mixed the dough.

"Who's Yennefer?"

Leila held her breath for a second. If she was surprised at all, she didn't show it.

"I suggest you speak to Dante dear- I hear...."

Grace opened her mouth to speak but was stopped when someone barged into the kitchen. It was someone Grace had never seen before and he made for Leila, attacking her and Grace who, alarmed, picked up a turning stick ready to come to an aid gets grabbed and yanked against the kitchen freezer.

A wince escaped her mouth as she began to register the man before her. He was..... Was... Handso--- a wave of sudden uncontrollable heat emanated from this man's body who was harassing her. His fingers grabbed her chin and turned her face to a side and before she knew it, he sank his teeth into her flesh.

It was painful at first but it became sensual. Like the kind that happened between her and Dante like she was reliving the same experience. Her senses flew out the window and her knees felt weak but before she knew it, the man was yanked off her and punched in the face.

"What the hell?"

Leila whispered as she quickly grabbed Grace to herself.

A fight ensued between both men and they began to throw each other against the kitchen walls.

"Let's leave child"

Leila said, dragging Grace out of the kitchen to her rooms. Grace senses came back to her the moment she left the room. What had just happened? She questioned. Did that unknown man just mark her? Instinctively she raised her hands to her neck as she ascended the stairs.

Yes. He had. Who was he? And who the hell did he think he was? Why-

"Go up to your rooms. I'll be right back"

She nodded and watched her go. She stopped when she ascended the stairs. Dante was in the kitchen. He'd been the one fighting with the man. She could hear shouts and then sudden silence. What just happened?

Her mind flew to Dante..... And to the mysterious man. Why did she care about that man? She shook her head. She had to get back to the kitchen. She began to run towards, barging into the kitchen when she got there

"Who are you?"

She stopped in her tracks as Dante's father yelled at the man

"How dare you enter into my territory to cause a nuisance"

"Weres aren't allowed in here"

Leila shouted also.

The man shot Leila a glance as he squared his shoulder seeming to tower over Julius.

"I was going to come in peace. But your son left me no choice. You people have someone that belongs to me"

"I'm afraid you've made a mistake."

"I didn't. See the thing is Julius. We don't like you too as a clan. But for me to hear that this blood sucking pusillanimous Idiocracy of a man had marked my mate? No, that is too much. What the hell do-"

"What mate are you talking about?"

Dante snarled

"The same one you out on a little show to claim. I must say Dante you have some gut to take what is mine. What the hell happened to Yennefer? It's almost like you change mates every season."

"Dante glanced towards the door where grace stood uncomfortable that she was there and he hoped she hasn't heard.

"That is enough. We..-" Julius cleared his throat

"Discuss this somewhere else"

"Discuss what somewhere else?"

Grace voiced out more irritated than confused.

"Grace"

Dante put his hand out in an attempt to stop her from talking.

"Hey, I'm Rome. Your potential mate"

Rome said using a hand to brush back his perfect hair back as he extended another hand towards her. Wow, was he tall. Grace took it anyway with a contended smile on her face. She didn't quite know what was going on. But she could definitely get used to this.

"Will you get your hands off of her--"

Dante started to speak but Rome cut him off

"Will you shoo"

He said dismissively using his body to practically toss him

"I'm Grace."

Grace swallowed.

"Grace I think you should go up to your room and rest. It's... It's...we need to speak with Rome here"

"I'll talk to Rome myself"