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
He outright tried to barge in on a meeting I was having with Eason about the pack's appearance. At first, it seemed like an overbearing attempt to make me less angry or get me to talk to him, but as the day wore on, his intentions became increasingly clear. It started with small, subtle signs. A li
Grace Charles' lips twitched, and he nodded. "Of course, Grace," he replied, his tone calm but tinged with something I couldn't quite decipher. "What's on your mind? Shall we adjourn to the kitchen or the living room?" "Are you going to make fun of my brewing skills again?" He grinned shrugged o