Chapter 15


    JASON


    "No," I say, but it’s a lie.


    When I carried her from the backseat of the car into the tiny apartment, she’d slung her arms around


    my neck. Then, when I went to put her on the bed, she clung to me.


    When I went toy her down, she pulled me onto the bed and rolled until she was on top of me.


    I was not expecting that.


    In those moments with her on top of me… my wolf rumbles at the memory.


    He’s a simple beast. Driven by food, fighting, women.


    Any one will do. Female or shifter.


    We have high standards but no real attachment. With the exception of my former fiancee Jennifer, my


    sexual encounters have been a string of one-night stands, and bedding female wolves from other


    packs.


    The important thing was that any woman I fucked knew the score.


    I didn’t want a rtionship.


    Jennifer had been an exception. And since her death those years ago, I had no desire for a repeat


    performance.


    “What are you thinking about?” Grace whispers.


    She’s sitting up, the nket crushed against her chest.


    “Your eyes…it’s like they go somece else.”


    Ha. She’d been fixated on my eyesst night too.


    A man of rigorous control and training, how had I let my guard down to let her roll on top of me like


    that? But before I could get up, she touched my face with her hands.


    ”Your eyes are so beautiful,” she’d murmured, “I really... like them..."


    "Like?" The word was not strange to me. After all, there were always women who said that they liked


    me, liked my eyes. My body. My wolf.


    Insert whatever object/attribute they thought I’d like to hear.


    When really, I preferred their silence.


    The females in my life… they all want something, and ttery seems to be the forerunner of whatever


    request it is that they intended to make.


    Yeah. Misogyny.


    I don’t overthink it.


    I’m not mistrusting of women, per say, I’m that way with everyone.


    In the past, when I was young, my father would look into my eyes and go quiet—much like Grace is


    right now. Then my dad would mumble, "The kind of eyes you have are deceptive, Jason. They look


    like they''re very emotional, but in reality, they''re the most heartless. I don''t know if you will be emotional


    or heartless in the future.”


    As an Alpha, I had to be both.


    Always.


    Heartless is my default and it’s … easier.


    “Uh oh,” Grace buries her head in her pillow. “I did do something embarrassing, didn’t I. What did I


    say?”


    “You told me my eyes were clean. Clear.”


    She groans.


    A corner of my mouth kicks up. I can’t resist teasing her. “I had showered yesterday, so, you know, I


    can understand the clean part.”


    Another groan.


    “And I’m too young for cataracts, so, yeah, clear.”


    I tug the pillow from her face.


    “I was drunk,” she says as way of excuse.


    She was forcibly made to drink and slipped something that could have potentially killed her. Terrence


    had kept our pack physician on standby all night, in case.


    Her cheeks bloom with color. “Please tell me that’s all…”


    I smirk.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    She drops back on the bed and covers her eyes with her forearm. “Gah, just tell me. What did I say,


    Jay?”


    I smile now. “You said you’d protect me.”


    She’s still for several seconds then she busts outughing. “I bet you thought that was funny too.”


    I thought it many things.


    Foolish. Naive.


    Reckless.


    Unnecessary.


    Sweet.


    “A big bad wolf like you likely doesn’t need protecting, right?” She tugs her hair to one side and ys


    with the ends.


    Sunlight cuts through the one window in the apartment andnds on her face. The bruise on her cheek


    is dark. ”It would be great if I had arrived earlier. In that case, you wouldn''t have been hurt."


    I knew where she was and had several wolves in ce at the hotel before I arrived. I’d been curious.


    Why was she going there? This game between us, inevitably would end, but for now it amused me and


    I saw no reason not to extend the charade.


    I didn’t anticipate things ying out the way they did once she was inside that room though.


    And when I did see what had happened, I was not happy. Not at all.


    Grace pulls at my hand. "Thank you, Jay. It''s really good to have you here. And I''m fine, really. It was


    just a p in the face. It''s nothing to me."


    Hmm. It’s nothing to me too. But the bruise on her face offends me and when she smiles as she does


    now, looking at me like I’m the greatest man in the world…it stirs something to life inside me.