8. Grant

Grant

My fingers twined with hers as I pulled her towards the forest gently, “Slow down, Grant!” she giggled, her voice sweet and filled with joy. As soon as I slowed down, she pulled her hand away from mine and started running. “This is a race now, Grant! And you are about to lose it!” she chuckled, leaving me behind. Sweet Angeline, I could lose anything, but I didn’t want another moment without touching you, having you in my arms.

Rushing, I reached her, and in a swift movement, I captured her in my arms. She playfully pushed me between giggles and I covered her smiling face with kisses.

“You won, Angeline. Now, I will give you your prize!” I told her, scooping her up in my arms and sitting under the shadow of a large tree with her snuggled into my lap.

“What is the prize? I hope it is something good. It’s not every day some rankless female defeats an Alpha!” she laughed, her blue eyes looking so clear under the soft light that filtered down from the gaps in-between the tree