Page 87 of Chased By My Grumpy Alpha
I watch her struggle to remember, and then I see the moment the memory surfaces. Her face turns pale.
“I’ve never been able to do that before,” she whispers. “In the heat of the moment, I didn’t even realize—”
She’s telling the truth. I can see it in the genuine confusion on her face, the way her brow furrows as she tries to make sense of it.
She stares down at her hands, turning them over to study her fingers. I watch her concentrate, and I see the frustration build when nothing happens.
“I can’t do it now,” she says, her voice small and defeated.
“If you did it once, you can do it again.”
“But what does it mean?” She looks up at me with those wide, green eyes. “Does this mean my wolf isn’t latent?”
I want to tell her I don’t know, but her expression stops me for a moment. She’s looking at me like I might have answers to questions she has carried her whole life.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “But it doesn’t matter.” I reach out and cover her hand with mine. Her skin is soft and warm; she tenses at the contact. “Whether your wolf is latent or not doesn’t change anything,” I continue. “You’re still you.”
She stares at our joined hands for a few seconds, and I think she might leave hers there. But then, she pulls away.
“How long are you planning to stay here?” she asks, changing the subject abruptly.
“Why? Do you have somewhere to be?”
The look she gives me could melt steel. We both know she has nowhere to go. No pack to return to, no family to shelter her, no friends except the two who helped her escape.
“I need to head to the capital to deal with some business,” I tell her, shrugging.
“The capital?” She frowns. “That’s weeks from here. I’m not spending that long stuck by your side.”
“If you have somewhere else to go, I can follow you there.” I can’t keep the smirk off my face as I say it.
Her jaw clenches. “I preferred it when you were grouchy all the time.”
The defiant tone in her voice sends heat racing through my veins. I warned her what would happen if she kept speaking to me like that.
I move faster than she can track, my hand cupping the back of her neck as I pull her toward me. Her gasp of surprise is cut off when my lips find hers.
This kiss is different from last night’s. Hungrier. More demanding. I take her mouth like I own it, my tongue sweeping past her teeth to taste her shock and growing desire. She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat that goes straight to my cock.
When I finally release her, she’s gasping for air. Her lips are swollen and her pupils dilated.
She tries to slap me, but I’m faster. I catch her wrist inches from my face.
“You missed,” I taunt, enjoying the way her eyes flash with fury.
“Let go of me!”
“Fine. Eat your breakfast.”
I release her hand and gesture toward the food I prepared earlier, while she was still sleeping. She glares at me but picks up the dried meat, taking angry bites as Luna watches the entire exchange with her tail flicking in boredom.
“How do you want to make Andrew pay?” I ask casually.
She stiffens at his name, and the meat falls from her fingers. “What?”
“You said you wanted revenge. How do you want to get it?”
Her expression remains tense, jaw tight. “I don’t want to see him.”
