He nodded. “It really is.” It felt like hours later, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes later that I was standing in the foyer looking out the window at the small mob outside, shouting with megaphones and picket signs. Charles pat my shoulder. I looked up at him. “I have Enforcers s
Grace I walked in, still fuming, and heard clapping. I looked up to see Charles there. The receptionist stood up and clapped, too, as did the security officers on the floor. Someone let out a wolf whistle, and I flushed. Charles grinned. "See. All of the above worked just fine." I turned back and
I decided to call Eason. “Are you planning another impromptu address?” He asked, laughing. “Cause I want to be invited to that one, not just catch the tail-end.” I laughed. “I actually wanted some… public relations advice. I’ll pay you—“ “Let me come over and enjoy your new boyfriend’s cooking, a
Grace Amira was a goddess of miracles and pettiness. Not only had she gotten a stamp with my petty signature made, but she had set up a workflow between the transfer system and the pack’s messaging system to tell everyone who was transferring that they had a week to get out or they would be escorte
Eason blinked again, then dropped his gaze and swallowed. I looked between the two of them. “What was that?” “Eason hasn’t been sleeping,” Charles said. “And he was sending himself into a spiral. He’s reacting to the state of the pack… Specifically, you.” I blinked and looked at Eason. “You…” Ea
Grace As the days passed, it was becoming clearer that my role as alpha went beyond just making decisions; it required me to be a compassionate leader who could bridge the divides that had formed. I knew I couldn't do it alone, and I leaned on Eason and Charles for support and guidance. With each
Jackson, perhaps sensing my disquiet, decided to speak his mind. "Grace," he began, his tone measured, "I've been thinking about your recent actions, especially that speech you made outside Wolfe Medical." I frowned. "What about it?" Jackson sighed, his expression serious. "Grace, you know I've a
Grace As the evening sun painted the sky in fiery hues, I found myself at home, sitting in the cozy living room of the Mooncrest Pack House, my mind replaying the encounter with Jackson. Cecil was in the playroom, and Richard was cooing up at the toys that hung from the top of his rocker. They were