Grace Beside me, Eason was diligently working his own contacts, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he sifted through information. I was almost envious of how easy it seemed to be for him and more than proud. Eason had always been good with people and technology. He was far more likable than
I considered his words, the gears in my mind turning as I weighed the potential benefits against the risks. On the one hand, it was a way to use the negative publicity to our advantage, and on the other, it carried the danger of drawing more attention to the pack's internal struggles. "But won't t
Charles Grace's delighted squeal reached my ears moments after I heard the door open. The scent of another werewolf, a man, drifted into the room. I looked at Eason as I heard the man’s laughter ring out. "Jackson!" Grace exclaimed, her laughter mingling with the excitement in her voice. Eason
As I worked, I grappled with the conflicting emotions that battled within me. I wanted Grace. I wanted her more by the day. Jackson’s arrival and interest were going to irritate me beyond belief. I knew it. The surge of possessiveness, a primal urge to protect what I had come to care for, was going
Grace In the midst of the bustling household and the preparations for the upcoming festival, the one thing I hated more than anything had piled up: laundry. Richard was out of onesies, separates, hats, and everything else that an infant could need. I didn’t even know if there were any bibs and bur
As I started to load the other washer machine, an unexpected sense of intimacy enveloped us. Here we were, in the most ordinary of places, sharing a moment of domesticity that felt remarkably intimate. It struck me that I couldn’t remember Devin ever doing the laundry, though he always complained
Charles "Hey, Grace," Jackson greeted with a warm smile. His easygoing demeanor felt as fake as it did before to me, but I didn’t speak. "Hey, Jackson," she replied. Jackson's sudden entrance into the laundry room caught me off guard. His boisterous energy filled the space like a sickly, putri
I fucking hated being mature when I didn’t want to be. Restlessness gnawed at my insides. I was pissed. I was territorial and suspicious as hell, and that jackass was definitely planning to make a nuisance of himself. I needed to get out of this house for a few hours and get my mind together. I