Grace A few days passed and to my complete horror, the news of the buyback unfolded alongside reports of the break-in. I couldn’t even read it. The phones at the company were ringing off the hook. A whirlwind of chaos enveloped us. Stocks were being sold back at an alarming rate and falling, dri
“Really?” I took the report and couldn’t help but grin as I read it. My heart swelled with a mixture of relief and elation. The journey had been arduous, the obstacles aplenty, but it worked. As the significance of our achievement sank in, a sense of gratitude washed over me. The road ahead was st
Grace Charles’ lips were warm and insistent against mine, igniting a fire that had been steadily building between us. The air around us seemed charged with tension and desire, the electric current of attraction drawing us closer with every passing moment. My heart raced in response, the memory of
If it was something I could do, drug or not… “Of course,” I whispered as her breathing evened out, and she drifted off to sleep. As I closed my eyes, I couldn’t help but feel immense gratitude for moments like these. Then, the fear hit me as I remembered Charles’ words. The clock was ticking fas
Charles I was a fucking liar. I had no idea what the hell I was getting into when I started this, but I’d said it, and I had to stand by it. The growing connection I felt towards Grace was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Her presence had woven its way into the fabric of my thoughts, a
Lycans had a wasteful side, just like any other species, that needed to be managed closely, especially since our cost of living was much higher than werewolves’. However, my focus was divided. My thoughts kept drifting back to Grace in the shower, on the couch, and in my bed back home, filling my be
Grace The air in the pack house felt stifling as I sat at the desk in my room, my fingers tapping impatiently on the keyboard. No number of cold showers, good food, or time with Cecil or Richard was keeping my head off what it would feel like to just let Charles have me the way he so clearly wante
As he left, I let out a frustrated sigh. I couldn’t keep avoiding asking more about it. I got up and headed downstairs. I heard Cecil in the playroom. I could smell the food in the kitchen. My stomach rumbled. I was about to go to the kitchen to eat when the doorbell rang. “I’ve got it!” I called