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
My eyes widened. My gut clenched and I swear liquid heat gushed out of me. My nipples were hard and sensitive against the inside of my bra and I prayed to the moon that he couldn't see. He tilted his head. His nostrils flared, and he stared at me. He hummed, low and primal in a way that told me th
Grace A soul-deep groan was punched out of me. He devoured the sound, licking into my mouth and dragging my hips across his lap until I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pushing against me, sending lightning and desperation through me. Every shift of my weight seemed to push my hardened nipp
"Charles, please," I gasped, dazed and unable to think of anything else. My vision was blurry. I shook and listened to him undress the rest of the way. He leaned over me, his mouth slick and shiny and curved into a vicious smile. His expression was feverish. The mate mark on his chest seemed to flic
Grace "Grace?" It was the pack lawyer. He sounded urgent and a bit cautious. My heart started to pound as Charles shifted in bed behind me and I tried to get myself fully back on the bed. "I've been digging into Devin's actions, and I have some significant findings that might help us proceed legal
I pulled my knees up to my chest. "What's it like?" "No cookie decorations, unfortunately," Charles chuckled. "A lot of upper-tier lycans come to the castle, I have to give a speech, there's a gala. The throne is responsible for feeding every single person in the territories, young and old." My ja