ログイン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
"I contain multitudes." I kissed her softly. "Grace, whatever Thomas Vex is planning—whatever the traditionalist wolves try to do—we'll face it. Together. You, me, your family, Uncle Cas. The whole integration coalition if necessary." "Together," she agreed. "Always together." "Always." I held h
Grace leaned her head against my chest. "I'm so tired of this. Of people making my family's choices into pack politics. We just—we just wanted to include Uncle Cas. To build something that worked. And people like Thomas act like we're trying to destroy the world." "Because to them, you are." I kis
My Cheating Mate Connor pov I read Courtney's message three times, processing the apology, the acknowledgment, the hope that Grace and I would be happy. It felt—genuine. Broken, but genuine. "She apologized," I said quietly, showing Grace the phone. We were in the Trent family garden again—s







