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Chapter 9: The Predator
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2026-10-05 00:56:24Everly POV
I woke up to beeping again. But this time, Grayson's hand was in mine.
Private hospital room. Not Dad's. Silver Fang clinic. Grayson's territory. His scent - cedar, blood - everywhere.
He was in chair, shirt on now, but knuckles split open and eyes still silver. He hadn't slept.
"You shifted inside city limits," I whispered. Throat still burned. Doctor said lucky - 2% wolfsbane, not 10%. If 10%, I'd be dead. "Inside father's house. Gray, felony."
"Let them arrest me," he said, thumb tracing circles on my wrist. "How you feel?"
"Like I drank poison my fiancé left me." Tried to sit up. Failed. "Where's Damian?"
Grayson's jaw locked. "Gone. When Luke smelled wolfsbane, he told Damian to leave estate and never come back. Damian said he didn't do it. Said you must have taken something. That you're unstable. Like your mother."
Don't you dare talk about my mother.
Before I could answer, TV on wall turned on by itself. Marcus's doing. Breaking news banner, red:
ALPHA CEO ACCUSED OF GROOMING SENATOR'S DAUGHTER - EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH DAMIAN BLACK AT 9 AM EST
Damian. In suit. Scar covered with makeup. Eyes red, like crying. Sitting across from Good Morning America reporter.
"—I've known Everly since she was 18," he said, voice shaking, perfect performance. "I watched Grayson Vale watch her. At 18, 19, 20. He was 31, 32, 33. Her father's best friend. Her godfather. He was supposed to protect her. Instead he marked her in secret. Without father's permission. That's grooming. That's predatory. I came forward because I love her."
Reporter: "And water incident last night?"
"I don't know," Damian whispered, looking straight into camera, right at me. "I left her water because she was dehydrated. I drank from it myself. I loved her. And now Mr. Vale broke into her father's house naked, carried her out bleeding, claimed her like property in front of cameras. That's not love. That's possession. I'm scared for her."
Hospital room door opened. Two women in suits walked in. Silver Fang board.
"Mr. Vale," one said, not looking at me. "Board has voted. Effective immediately, you are suspended as CEO pending investigation into predatory behavior and felony shifting. You have 24 hours to vacate CEO office. Alpha title under Council review."
Grayson didn't move. Hand tightened on mine until it hurt.
"Did you hear me, Mr. Vale?"
"I heard you," he said quietly, eyes still on me. "Get out."
They left.
On TV, Damian was crying now. Perfect tears.
I watched Grayson's face. 35 years building Silver Fang Enterprises from nothing. Youngest self-made Alpha billionaire in state. Gone in 12 minutes of fake crying.
For me.
"Gray," I whispered.
He finally looked at me. Silver eyes, exhausted. "Worth it."
"No, it's not—" I started ugly crying. "You lost everything. Because of me. Because I drank water—"
"You didn't lose everything. I did. And I'd do it again." He leaned forward, forehead to mine. "But we're not done. He wants to play victim on TV? Let's play."
He pressed button. Marcus walked in with laptop and Collins.
Collins looked at me. "Miss Hart, remember security guard rotation at father's estate?"
I nodded, wiping nose. "Midnight shift change. Same guard, Old Joe, every night for 3 weeks."
"Old Joe is Damian's uncle," Collins said, opening laptop. Security footage. Grainy, timestamped. 12:03 AM. Every night for 21 nights. Black Bentley. Same one from last night. Entering through service gate. Old Joe waving through. "He's been entering estate at midnight for 3 weeks straight. Before you were even engaged. Before tape leaked."
Stomach dropped.
"He was coming to see me?"
"No," Grayson said coldly. "He was coming to plant cameras. In your room."
Collins clicked next video. My bedroom. Empty. Night vision. Damian in gloves, placing tiny black dot in corner of ceiling.
I screamed.
Grayson caught me as I tried to throw laptop.
"This is how he got tape," Grayson whispered, voice shaking with rage now. "Not from your phone. From camera in bedroom. He's been watching you change. Sleep. For 3 weeks."
On TV, Damian was still crying, saying predator, groomer.
Grayson stood, walked to TV, ripped it off wall, cords sparking, threw it across room.
Then turned to me, breathing hard, silver eyes blazing.
"Pack Council summons at noon. Both Alphas. They want public claiming ceremony to settle who is your true mate. You have to choose."
He knelt by bed, took face in bloody-knuckled hands.
"Choose me, Everly. Even if I have nothing left. Choose me, and I will burn his entire world down for what he did to you."
Outside, sirens. Council enforcement. Here to take Grayson for felony shifting.
He had 10 minutes before they cuffed him.
I had 10 minutes to decide if brave enough to fight.
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