All Chapters of The Banished Beta's Saving Grace: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I’m instantly hard as Grace’s hands slide over my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. I’m thrilled that she wants to be intimate, but I also want to make sure we both understand what she wants.“What did you have in mind?” I ask, as her hands slide up under my shirt and back up my stomach to my chest. She’s pushed my shirt up with her hands, so I lean forward and pull it over my head, dropping it on the floor.Her eyes take me in, feasting on me like I’ve done with her, before meeting mine. “I’m not exactly sure.""You can do whatever you want, but only if you’re comfortable doing it. I have no limits with you. I’m all yours, Grace.”She leans in, kissing me and I let her set the pace. It’s difficult as my body and Louis are screaming at me to complete the bond. I want nothing more than to bury myself in her warm, wet folds while I sink my teeth into her neck. But I won’t, not until I know that I’ll feel her teeth sinking into mine at the same time.I slide my hands up her thighs,

Never in a million years would I have dreamed that Crista would jump into my arms like we’re long-lost lovers. There was a short time, over a year ago that we were, but that time is long past. I’m angry because I know that Grace must have felt it when Crista kissed me, but I don’t even have time to react before Grace sends her flying, her rage and possessiveness slicing through the bond. I’m pleasantly surprised at her reaction. I knew we’d gotten closer during our time on the run, but she’s never actually claimed me. At least, not until now. I move forward, wanting to soothe her, her aura is pulsing out of her angrily. I intend to tell her there is nothing between Crista and me, but Crista just has to open her mouth. You’d think after living so long on her own as a rogue that she’d have more self-preservation, but apparently not. When Grace turns and I see it’s Maia, I have a moment to be shocked before she sinks her canines into my marking spot. The minute she does, I feel a rush

As much as I’d like nothing better than to take my mate back upstairs and complete our mating bond, I need to see the pack lands. I know there is a lot of work that needs to be done, but I’m hoping some has been done in my absence. We don’t spend much time in the packhouse. I had started these repairs before I brought Cara here. It doesn’t appear that any more has been done. As we walk out back Carlos begins pointing out the structures that are being built. “We’re repurposing the concrete blocks from the dilapidated buildings around the pack to build homes for new families. As you can see over there,” he points to another group of houses. “Those houses had a strong structure, so we are just refurbishing those.” “How do you keep track of which houses are full and which ones are available?” Grace asks. He looks at her sheepishly. “It’s another stack of papers that I have. I just try to keep up with how many families we have and how many unoccupied homes we have. No one seems to mind

I love waking up wrapped around my mate, smelling her cherry blossom scent. Her body fits against mine perfectly and her breast sits in my hand as my arm wraps comfortably around her waist. She’s perfect in every way. I was thrilled to see her showing her Alpha nature last night, telling me what she wanted and controlling the situation, until she wasn’t. I knew there would come a point where her confidence and lack of knowledge would shift, and I would take over. I’m not sure she recognizes the impact she has on me when she calls me Alpha. It’s empowering to have a strong, dominant woman call me Alpha. Coming from my mate, it’s exhilarating. I had planned to be gentler, taking things slowly last night, but between her taking control, calling me Alpha and the feelings flooding through the bond between us, I lost the battle in my head and my body took over. She assured me that she was fine last night, just a little sore. So, I didn’t take her again, even though my body was ready almos

The difference in the kitchen from this morning to now is almost unrecognizable. When Carlos and I walk in, I don’t know what to say. Thankfully, my unbelievable mate cues me in that I need to help our omegas feel comfortable and positive about their work. I make sure to go to each one and listen to what they are doing and praise them for their hard work. In my experience, omegas look to their ranked members, but specifically their Alphas, for praise and reinforcement that they are doing well. Knowing that every one of them is here because they were mistreated, I want to set a new standard that, as their Alpha, they are very much appreciated. When I’m done, I walk back over to Grace. “I need to do some work on scheduling patrols. I just wanted to check on you and see how things were going, but I apparently am not needed here.” I tell Grace with a smile. I still can’t believe the transformation in the kitchen. And based on some of the warrior’s faces, they are also surprised that they