"Why?" Grey asked her, with a rare puzzled look on his face.Maya looked away from him as she shrugged. "How am I supposed to know?" She asked him. After all, the salutary had not come to see her. He had only come at the right time when she fainted."Did he check on you?" Grey asked her, as he recalled the salutary saying he was going to come check on Maya to know if she was alright, and to confirm whatever presumption he had of her.She looked at him, and hugged her arms to herself, shaking her head. "No," she said. She would not tell him about the bully she got from the omegas."Well then," he said, as he shrugged his shoulders a little. "Do you want to have dinner now?" He asked her.She stared at him wondering why he was bothered about her not eating. It felt as if he heard her as he eyed her from head to toe. "You look extremely thin," he said to her in sarcasm.She frowned at him. "I'm not thin. I'm lean, okay?" She said."Dinner?" He asked her, playing dumb to her words.She wa

Maya regained herself and began to struggle in his arms. "Let go of me!" She yelled out as she tried to break free, but, Grey didn't relinquish his hold on her. His grip on her waist tightened more than before."Stop annoying me," he said in a brittle tone."I don't want to be here!" Maya yelled, fighting him off. "I want to be anywhere but here!" She kept yelling.In furious annoyance, he swung her over his shoulder like she was just a bag of feathers, and walked in the direction of the pack house. "Let go of me!" Maya kept yelling as she let out her frustration on him. She kicked, scratched, hit, and clawed his skin.Grey held onto her, bearing her onslaught, as he continued walking without halting a second to make her stop the fuss she was making.He was furious at her for actually going on with the plan that she had formed in her head. She has only been in the pack house for a day. What pain has she gone through to decide to run away? He hasn't even been cruel to her. If anything,

Grey's eyes scanned Maya's body in his shirt. His gaze was on her finely shaped legs. He had not expected to come back to the house to find her in his shirt, especially not after she had rejected putting it on. "Turn around," he said in a drawl, without realizing it.Maya tried to keep her breathing steady, as she slowly turned around. She feared he would do the abominable to her for putting on his shirt without permission. Grey held his breath. He could hardly take his eyes off her. He was enthralled by how hot she looked in just a loose fitting shirt. He threw caution to the wind, as he walked towards her in slow and majestic steps befitting the bloodline of a royal. Maya began to hyperventilate. She had no idea what was in his mind, or what he was planning to do to her. Who would save her from the clutches of this man? Grey inched closer to her, bridging the gap between them. Her back was pressed against the table. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." She began to speak, but Grey cut in, as h

Dinner was quite uncomfortable for Maya despite the fact that Grey was barely looking at her. On the table was just her, Grey, and Zing. She tried her best to feel at ease, but with Grey's presence, she was failing. When she felt full finally, and unable to eat much anymore due to the knot tied in her stomach, she pushed her chair backward, and stood up.Grey dropped his spoon. "Have you taken your medicine?" He inquired, and Maya realized her drugs were not on the table."They're not here," she said to him."Cora," Grey called Cora, who was walking by at the moment. She stopped immediately. "Yes, alpha?" She answered."Where's the Luna's medicines?" He asked."I didn't serve..." She began to speak, and Grey shot her an hardened look, forcing her to stare at her feet."Get them," he said, and she nodded and walked away. "And you, sit," he ordered Maya."You're not the boss of me," she scowled.Grey clenched his jaw, and inhaled. "Sit," he said through gritted teeth.Maya stared at hi

Grey forced his eyes open, and for a few seconds, his eyes were distant. He pulled away from Maya when he realized he was still holding her. He got to a digging position, and grunted as he placed his hand on his head to ease the hammering headache he was feeling. "Not again," he muttered underneath his breath. He had always had dreams that when he wakes up, he doesn't remember the faces of the people in his dream. The dreams always felt real whenever he wakes up. Last night dream was different. He always dreamt about a girl he could hardly see, and sometimes about two people he still couldn't recall, and now, last night, he had dreamt about death. The death of one of them.He wondered why he kept having these dreams, and why they felt so real, and yet, he had no answer to any of his questions.He shut his eyes closed, and groaned. His cellphone beeped on the table, and he reached for it. It was a message from Zing, letting him know they had a scouts meeting. He returned the cellphone