Chapter 60
GRAYSON
She fucking broke up with me.” I told Pierce as soon as I saw him resting on his chair.
What the fuck?
I quickly notice what the hell is happening when I heard him cursed, his hands disappearing under the table for a second before he pull his pants on.
I narrowed my eyes. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No–just–give me a second.” His jaw clenched, eyes unfocused as he adjusted himself. “Vivian, stop,” he hissed downward.
No fucking way.
I’m slightly distracted as the sweet innocent Vivian come out, fixing her black rimmed eye glasses and covering herself. But it was the outfit that made my wolf snart inside me. A black leather top that showed more than it covered, a skirt that wasn’t much more than a belt.
When she saw me, suddenly all shy and innocent again–as if I hadn’t just caught her on her knees. Her hands trembled as she grabbed Pierce’s jacket from the back of his chair, wrapping it around herself.
“I–I’m sorry alpha” she whispered, voice small, before bolting past me and out the door, the scent of her fear and arousal lingering in her wake.
“Well,” I said, turning back to Pierce with a dangerous smile spreading across my face. “Isn’t this interesting?”
Pierce adjusted his collar, looking more annoyed than embarrassed. “What do you want, Grayson? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“Clearly.” I dropped into the chair opposite him, propping my feet on his desk just to piss him off.” Your sister dump me.”
“Fuck yeah,” Pierce said, not even trying to hide his satisfaction. His smile spread wide, canines flashing. “Best news I’ve heard all month.”
I threw the flash drive I’d been palming at his face. It hit him square between the eyes.
“What the-” he started, rubbing the red mark forming on his forehead.
“That’s security footage from the border,” I cut him off. “She’s been seeing Theo.”
Pierce’s smug expression vanished. “Shit.”
“Yeah, shit is right. And I know you knew about it.”
Pierce froze. “I..I warned her but I didn’t know that she’s cheating—”
“She’s not cheating on me.” I cut him off. There’s no fucking way Jessica cheats on me.
Because you can’t cheat on something that belongs to you. And Jessica is mine. Always has been, always will be.
Pierce’s face twisted with confusion. “Then what the hell are you so pissed about?”
I leaned forward, my voice dropping to something dangerous even to my own ears. “She thinks she can leave me.” A laugh scraped out of my throat. “As if that’s even possible.”
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Chapter 69
The wolf Inside me paced restlessly, clawing at my Insides. Mine Mine Mine
Grayson, Pierce said slowly, “what did you do?”
I ignored him, pulling out my phone and scrolling through the tracking app I’d installed on Jessica’s phone months ago. The leaped pulsed inside their house.
“Theo’s moving again,” I muttered, more to myself than Pierce, “I think he’s going to use Jessica against me.”
My wolf howled with rage inside my head. Jessica has no idea how dangerous Theo really is. The things he’s capable of The bodies buried under his packlands.
“She’s my fucking sister, Gray,” Pierce growled, leaning over the desk. His eyes flashed yellow–wolf breaking through. “I will kill you if something happens to her.”
I grabbed Pierce by the collar, yanking him close. “You think I want her in danger? I’m in love with your sister and I will kill myself too if anything happens to her. But Theo…” I released him with a shove. “I think Theo’s behind the rogue’s attack too.”
My claws extended, puncturing the leather of the chair as I fought to keep my wolf contained. “That fucking snake has been planning this for months. Getting close to her, filling her head with bullshit about me is the last of his bomb.”
Suddenly, I fucking regret showing how much I care for Jess. Now, everyone is going to make her life a lot more painful.
“Jessica would never leave me on her own,” I snarled. “That bastard’s manipulating her. Probably using some kind of fucking compulsion. You know what they say about those Northern wolves.”
Pierce’s expression shifted from anger to something like concern. “Gray, man… have you considered that maybe she just-”
“Don’t.” My voice was barely human. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence if you want to keep your tongue.”
Jessica is my mate.
She’s my fucking mate so she won’t hurt me intentionally. I understand that she’s still so young to understand things so I am going to be patient with her. I yearned for her for so long I can taste it in my blood–that constant ache that’s been there since I first caught her scent.
“What’s your plan, then?” Pierce leans against his chair, watching me carefully like I’m some wounded animal about to snap. Maybe I am. “You can’t just force her to-”
“I’m not forcing anything,” I growl, though the lie tastes bitter. “I’m giving her time to realize what we are to each other. What we could be.”
Time. Space. Patience. These are the words I repeat to myself, even as I track her movements across campus, even as I memorize her schedule, her friends, her habits. Even as I leave small gifts outside her door before that she pretends not to find.
I’m done waiting. Done being the one who chases, who yearns, who fucking bleeds with need.
Jessica doesn’t know it yet, but today changed everything.
“I’m done chasing her like a pathetic pup,” I mutter, tracing the rim of my glass. “Time for little Jess to feel what I’ve been feeling. Time for
her to chase me for a change.”
“And how exactly are you planning that?” Pierce asks, eyebrow raised.
I smile, and even I can feel how sharp it is. “By giving her exactly what she thinks she wants. Distance.” I stand, dropping cash on the table. “Let’s see how long before she comes looking for me.”
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