LOGIN*I know. I'm not going to let that happen. I'm coming home.* *Home. I like that you call it home.* *It is home. Where you are is home.* I could imagine her smiling at that. Could picture her in her studio, paint-stained hands and that focused expression she got when she was creating something.
"That's not—I wasn't trying to hurt her—" "You tried to kill her with a knife three nights ago. Now you're claiming you weren't trying to hurt her when you gave extremists her schedule?" I shook my head. "Courtney, pick a story and stick with it. Either you want Grace dead or you don't. But don't
My Cheating Mate Connor pov Lord Castellan took me to find Courtney. I'd argued with Alpha Jeremy about it—said I needed to be with Grace, protecting her. But he'd been firm: "Connor, you need to hear this from Courtney directly. Need to understand what she did and why. Grace will be protected
And I'd have to live with that. Live with my mate dying because I existed in a family that chose integration. "This is my fault," I said quietly. "If I wasn't—if our family wasn't—" "Stop." Daddy's voice was sharp. "Grace, this is not your fault. This is extremists choosing violence. Choosing te
"Daddy—" My voice came out smaller than I wanted. "Is this because of Connor? Because I'm mated to him and Courtney—" "This is because extremists are using Courtney's hurt as an excuse to attack our family." He pulled me into a hug. Fierce. Protective. "Grace, whatever Courtney's involvement, the
My Cheating Mate Grace pov I was in my studio working on the integration painting—trying to process the past forty-eight hours through color and composition—when I heard raised voices downstairs. Daddy. Uncle Cas. And someone else I didn't recognize. The tone made my wolf sit up. Alert. Some







