The next day when I see Grayson at Beast Maker I can feel everyone watching us as he walks straight to my office to greet me like he doesn't notice the eyes on us or like he just doesn't care. I, on the other hand, look into his eyes with concern, hoping I don't feel what I read in the books: that animalistic need to be close to him, to want him more than anyone else, to feel like he's my whole world and that my wolf would rather die than be without him. None of that happens. "Hey, Mid," he greets me nonchalantly. And he stays here chatting with me without showing any sign that I mentioned before. That's a good thing. My wolf had a moment of mental farts, that's all. So I can quietly move on without a problem. For a full week I manage to live like a normal person who is trying to survive around wolves. I don't have any panic attacks, my wolf doesn't lose her mind calling Grayson ‘ours’ again and I manage to create a little routine that makes me feel good.
"No, Grandma. The best way to defeat someone is with violence and pain," Gray expresses, making a turn with a lot of force. I have to hold on to my seat to keep from flying off, "Wait until you hear what I'm going to tell you. You'll like what I have planned." I doubt it, because defeat, violence and pain sound like something I'm not going to be good at, but I'd rather stay quiet until Gray parks in front of Candy Lane. It's a giant place with pink walls. "We haven't even walked in and I already feel better. Thanks for bringing me here," I mumble happily and get out of Grayson's horrible car. Candy Lane is the biggest sweet shop in ever, they have all kinds of sweet things, from candy to frapuchinos to cakes. As soon as we are seated, a very animated waitress serves us and we place our orders, but Grayson refuses to tell us his plan until we are eating. While I wait for what I ordered, I walk over to the candy section and buy some popsicles, because the ones I got
The intrigue kills me for one hour and thirty-five minutes while we finish eating what we ordered. And even though I enjoy Baxter's company and enjoy being here, I want to leave as soon as possible to find out what that plan is about. But Grayson changes the subject three times every time he opens his mouth and forgets what he's saying in less than five minutes. That makes me anxious. I don't trust him, I don’t think that he can even remember his own plan. And I want to know. The moment Baxter gives me a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye and starts walking home, I turn to Gray. This was a long 860 seconds from Candy Lane to here. "Tell me." "Easy, don't be so anxious," Gray laughs, backing out of the unfamiliar garage he accidentally pulled into, "I'll tell you when we get home, just to teach you a lesson. You must learn how to wait." "I've been waiting for 111 minutes and counting. I want to know." "It won't be so hard to wait another eleven minutes until we get home, t
"And I'm never going to have experience because of the fear I have of the idea of getting that experience. It's a vicious cycle." "Luckily, you have me here," he opens his arms as if for me to contemplate his greatness, "I'm willing to give you all the experience you need. Just so you can come out of your shell. Then you'll go to the suspects and get information out of them. Trust me, you'll just need a little of that innocent look you do, a little 'oops, my little skirt is up' and a little touching their bodies until the pleasure makes them talk. It's a win-win here." "And how exactly are you going to make that happen? Are you going to kiss me?” I ask, sticking the tip of my tongue out to lick my bottom lip. Gray's gaze follows it, but he shakes his head. "Sadly, no. Kissing is something I don't do for pleasure. I don't like it, not at all. Especially not with omegas, ever.” "Why not? Studies prove that the lips are the most erogenous area of the human body, somet
When we return from dinner, my brother and I say goodbye to Lion, Angie and Mid before heading into our apartment. Bastian stops me in the hallway outside my door. "Jeremy has sent your allowance," he informs me in that tight voice that comes out every time he talks about our dearest daddy whom at the moment I love so much I could hug him... okay, no. I don't care if he lives or dies, but every time he gives me money my heart fills with love for a brief moment, "But I'll deduct the hundred pounds you asked me for yesterday." "Fück off, Bastian!" I exclaim, snatching my money from him before he take what I owe him, "You have more money than me. Stop taking the pittance that man gives me." "No, because I'm the one paying for everything here, so," he stretches out his hand and we fight with our eyes for a second but in the end I end up pulling out two bills and laying them tightly in his hand, "How much do you have saved so far?" Nothing. "Uh... mmm... probably, maybe about..
"I'm too tired. I can't take it anymore." "Gray," Lion grips the back of my head and looks me in the eyes with so much frustration I feel it deep in my bones, "You can. I know you can. You wanted this, remember?" "No one told me how hard it was," I whine, pushing Lion to let go and walking backwards to rest on the ropes, "I didn't get any sleep last night, I haven't eaten and I just ran to the north border and back, have mercy. My whole body is shaking." "Fine," Lion agrees, giving up. Maybe because I've been here four goddamn hours doing everything he asked me to do and not once getting distracted, "One last fight and you can go to sleep. And to eat. But only what's on your diet." I scrunch up my face but I accept. I know I have to make a better effort than I've been doing if I want to go pro and win at least this Saturday. So, I accept his stupid fight. Lion starts off soft on me, letting me hit him with a couple of weak hooks and explaining a bit between punches, but af
"I don't care if I’m ruining the mood. If I leave, you won’t do anything and you’re just going to stare at each other like the losers you are," I express and move a little closer until I'm almost glued to Mid from behind. I put her hair gently on one shoulder to bare her long neck and start stroking it very slowly to make her feel calmer, careful not to be aggressive because if I am she's going to get up like a scared dog again, "For god's sake, Baxter. Do something. If I didn't know better I'd think you have no game at all." I earn a smack on my arm from him but I'm getting used to physical abuse so I don't even feel it. Bax finally takes advantage of Mid being in a trance from my touch to put a hand on her face and move in to leave a chaste kiss on her lips. Mid gives a little gasp when she feels it and turns to me with a big smile. My hand is still on her neck, and I don't want to move it. Her skin is so soft. It smells so good in here. And her pulse looks so delicious that I
“Let's talk about the relevant topic,” I say, trying to force myself to shake the bad feelings and smile, “Did you like the kiss?" "Yes, it was really good," she says, "But I had no idea what I was doing. And when you kissed my neck... I came close to dying." "Do you want to try that again?" "No, that's enough for today." I have nothing left to do but accept, so I just shrug and pull out my phone as I sit down next to her. I have a bunch of texts from Gemma. "Hey, Mid do you want to go to a club?" "Sure, when?" "Right now. It's Gemma's birthday and I totally forgot," I mumble, texting Gemma that I planned to go to her house anyway to give her her present, "Go get ready while I go in search of a present." "What should I wear?" she asks, jumping out of bed, playing with her hair again and looking excited, "I'll go ask Angie." She leaves without giving me a chance to answer and I have to get my car to go buy something. The only thing I find open n