Chapter 25

GRAYSON

Damn

We’ve got the girl wolfie.

My wolf’s smug pacing like a beast who’s finally cornered his prey–and now doesn’t know whether to lick her wounds or tear her wide open

again.

She gave it to me.

All oth

Her breath. Her body. Her fucking fight..

And I took it slow. Savored every fucking second like I wasn’t starving for it all this time.

I’ve fed; baby.

I’ve fucking fed.

I take every goddamn piece of her she tries to keep. I take her breath–especially the shallow ones, the desperate ones, the ones caught in her throat when she’s trying not to make a sound. I’ll take those like oxygen, like they’re the only thing keeping me alive. I’ll bleed for that fucking breath.

Because I’m ruined now.

Feral.

Unfuckinghinged.

I adjust the collar of my shirt–still wrinkled from earlier and flip open the report my old man handed me this morning

Yeah, Great

Four pages of scribbled corrections, circled names, and notes like: “Double–check Pierce’s numbers.”

The guy’s meticulous as fuck

Annoyingly so.

“Something good happened?”

I stop whistling–didn’t even realize I was doing–and turn my head, jaw already tight. Fucking Pierce. He’s leaning against the doorframe, cigarette burning low between his fingers, smirking like he thinks he knows something I don’t. I hate that look on him. Hate the way it twitches at the comer of his mouth like he’s about to say something smart

smirks like the bastard he is, holding the stick

drop ash near my car again, grind your fucking hand against the pavement ‘til your

he wants to see if snap his spine in half.

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only do that when you’ve fucked someone stupid

like he can still

“Which was it?”

this doesn’t end with me

do you want,

brows a slow drag of smoke curling past his lips. “So, it was someone,” he murmurs. “Damn,

don’t flinch, but my

tighten at my sides, because there’s a thousand ways I could respond to that, and all of them

Poor girl?

You mean your sister?

Yeah. Thought so

sex life, Pierce!” My voice is dry. Almost bored. “Should I start sending

He just watches me, eyes narrowing, cigarette burning low between

know when I’m

my doorway.” I shove past him, open the office door. “You

out against the wall–asshole–then follows me in. Tss. Inside, I toss the folder onto the desk.

shit.

sighs. “Theard

always hears something. Like the damn walls speak to him. Like the wind

people’s business like it’s blood in the water. Pack secrets, training rumors, who’s fucking who in the

like a hammer.

always do,” I mutter, crossing my arms as lean back against the desk. “Let me guess–more whining from the Delta unit? Or did someone finally catch

snort, one side of his mouth twitching like he’s

That gets my attention.

spine straightens, breath tightening in

“There’s been rogue activity. His voice is clipped. Business. “Near the easter borders. Two packs hit. One’s missing a beta. The

Fuck

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hits different. I drag a hand down my face, every muscle in my

“When?”

the movement helps him

Timed. Like someone’s

my jaw. My teeth grind on instinct. “What about the one who went after your mother? Or your sister?” The words come out colder than I mean. I know he won’t stop

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