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
He has a mate. No matter what he said, he had a mate. As I glanced at the list of potential candidates before me, a sense of accomplishment mingled with a hint of trepidation. My eyes pricked with tears. If I hadn’t been stupid and selfish, I wouldn’t be in this position, but what good would k
I nodded. "Don't let me trip." "I'll do my best." With a shared laugh, we headed out the door. Esme was there at the door, hanging back. Gracian stepped away from me and linked arms with her. "We'll see you soon." I nodded and watched them go. We stood in the foyer of the building. From wh
Grace A month later... After the attack, the remaining members retreated into the cabinet to figure out what to do. After all, the other half and the president had been killed in the attack because they attacked Mooncrest. Luckily, Astarte had simply fixed everything, and aside from the aches an
Fire spilled over the doors as we fought our way down the stairs. Something swiped my cheek, but I didn't heed it. We stumbled over the bodies and slipped in the blood. I tried not to think about how many people I'd killed. I didn't want to think about it. "Back up is coming, but we need time, "
Grace I heard dying screams as I ran. The sound of battle echoed down the hallway. I found Astarte holding a group of attackers off at the door of the other stairs. "There was no way off." Astarte snarled. "Your mother's office! Lock the door." "What about--" "Go!" I bit my lip and ran
"A good PR move comes with a splash of fun." Astarted nodded forward. "I believe you should get to your command room, yes?" I nodded and headed upstairs to my father's office, adrenaline pumping through my veins. An attack, contained or not, was a serious threat. The city needed to be locked dow
Grace As we boarded the crowded bus, a knot of unease tightened in my gut. Astarte made a show of being intrigued. She smiled for every photo and seemed genuinely delighted, all the while, she explained her plan. I promised to help you. PR is important. Having me here will get you attention beyo
"Thanks." "Really well," Xavier said, setting his laptop on the table. On one side was a report on my interview, a headline streamed across the bottom. "Alpha Wolfe: A Beacon of Hope in Dark Times." Below it, a graph charted a dramatic rise in public approval for both myself and Wolfe Medica
Grace A nervous flutter danced in my stomach as I smoothed out the wrinkles on my blazer. I'd rather be orienting all the students, including the bright-eyed Westridge students, but Xavier and Amira swore up and down that this was for the best. Charles leaned into my office and grinned. "Nervous
I set my phone down and scoffed. When had my alma mater allowed so many idiots since I'd been an undergrad? Their loss. The lycans, humans, and witches had no problem. Seraphina, Margaret and I met everyone who had signed on in the conference room at City Hall. The excitement was palpable as the n