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
Charles The drive to the office of the investment company was quiet. Grace was hiding something. She was worried, anxious, and trying to hide it from me. It had taken everything in me to back off, and it made no fucking sense. The desire I felt for her was overwhelming, a force that surged through
When the virtual meeting finally concluded, I closed my laptop with a sense of relief and anticipation. My thoughts were drawn to the cozy atmosphere of Grace’s home, to the laughter of her children, and the warmth that seemed to emanate from within the walls. As I made my way to Grace’s home, the
Grace I walked into the home office with a deep sigh, readying myself for what I needed to do today, but first, I wanted to check on how things were going. I opened my laptop, logging into the company’s brokerage account. The strategy was working. We were nearing the seventy percent mark, and ther