All Chapters of The Hockey Alpha’s Therapist: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

**Quinn’s POV**I looked at Grayson in disbelief. I squeezed his fingers as we walked. “Grayson, you’re just making your mum hate me even more. I gotta tell her the truth.” “No. You did the right thing. Trust me,” he replied. I looked back. "She really isn't coming in.""Not yet. Once she calms down, she'll come in.""You're very confident. But I don't think this will end well."Grayson finally stopped. He faced me and held my shoulders. "Trust me. I'm her son, so I know how my mother behaves. If you answer everything honestly, she'll just corner you."Grayson sighed and stroked my hair gently. "Just so you know, she's also lying about the noise we made. You'll find out when you come into my room later.""But even so, that's just a white lie. Whereas what you said about the time we dated is a big lie. I also haven't answered about my parents' business.""We'll talk about that tomorrow. Okay?"I was reluctant to agree. "Quinn, we're already here. At least we should rest here, and my

**Quinn's POV** "No, no, no, stop, Grayson. Stop your fingers." I felt my body getting hotter and I couldn't hold back. Now he still hasn't stopped playing with my pussy. Earlier with his tongue and now with his fingers. I've lost count of how many times I've climaxed, but he still hasn't put his cock in. And I'm so frustrated about it. Especially now, after I told him, he's moving his fingers brutally. "Yours is calling for me to touch it. So how can I just leave it alone?"I shook my head quickly and scratched his shoulder when he added another finger. So now three of his fingers were inside me. "Oh look. Your pussy is twitching, Quinny. It's pink like your lips."As if he wasn't satisfied torturing me, Grayson also licked it again, still with his fingers inside. I glanced behind me. Damn, if I couldn't control myself, I would fall. And Grayson was really testing my limits. He made me forget my position on the railing. "Let's see what happens if I pinch it.""Oh my gosh, gray

**Quinn's POV**Mrs. Talon no longer responded to me. She sat down immediately. Meanwhile, when I was about to take the food that was already prepared, Grayson pushed my hand away. "Let me serve it. You sit nicely with mom. Okay?""But Grayson–""No, it's okay. You're my guest here. I can't have you cooking and serving food." Grayson rubbed my arm. "Don't be too nice."I sighed heavily. "Fine." Then I took off my apron and walked out of the kitchen. Once again, I turned to look at Grayson. He signaled with his hand that everything was fine, that he could handle it. Meanwhile, I sat across from Mrs. Talon, who was reading a magazine. I didn't know if it was appropriate to start a conversation at this moment. So I remained silent and stared at her. I didn't know if the werewolf gene had an effect or not, but Mrs. Talon didn't look like she had a child as big as Grayson. When I looked at her up close like this, I rarely saw any wrinkles on her face. And she was even more beautiful u

**Quinn's POV**I sat down after hearing Grayson's bedroom door close. Now, even though the atmosphere was still tense, it wasn't as terrible as before. Maybe because I had removed the source of the tension, a.k.a. Grayson. It was just me and Mrs. Talon, who was finishing her breakfast. But honestly, I didn't think she would continue eating her breakfast.Oh well, I dared to be here alone because I was very sure Mrs. Talon wouldn't hurt me. At least not physically. It wouldn't matter if she attacked me with words again. I would listen to her and deny it if it wasn't true.After all, my purpose here was to introduce myself, establish a good relationship if possible, not to argue, let alone distance Grayson from his mother. So I had to persevere until the end. After finishing her breakfast, Mrs. Talon looked at me again. "Ms. Roux, you should know that I don't like your job. After all, I don't want to have a daughter-in-law who massages other people. I just feel sorry for my son if

**Quinn's POV**"Watch your head," Grayson said. He placed his palm on top of my head as I climbed through a box-shaped hole to reach the attic.It turned out that the place Grayson wanted to show me was the attic located on the top floor of his house. And now we were climbing the stairs, him already there and me still on my way. "Okay, safe landing," he said with a sigh of relief. I looked around. "You know, what we're doing right now reminds me of that movie they show at Christmas. About the little kid playing in the attic on Christmas Eve."Grayson chuckled. "And we're in that movie."By the way, this place is very neat, as if it is cleaned every day. But I'm also not sure that anyone lives here, considering that this mansion is very large with dozens of rooms. If it's not for living in, then what is this place for?"This is the room where Gerry and I used to play when we were kids. Now it's a storage room for the things he left behind."I immediately approached Grayson and rubb