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The teasing bullshit evaporates as President mode slides back into place. He opens the Reapers' chat and types: War: Girls just left. War: Gray, your woman's fuckin' wasted. That's your problem now. Gray answers a second later. Gray: I'll handle it. Thanks for babysitting. War lets out a low snort, barely more than air through his nose, before typing one last message. War: Don't mention it. Then he shoves the phone away like none of it mattered. Like Alyssa walking out that door didn't leave something cracked open inside both of us.

How ruthless can President Grayston be? Our phones emitted another beep. Tina Sands, a well-known actress. Recently announced that she is expecting a child with billionaire Christopher Grayston. I looked straight into his eyes without uttering a single word. Can’t I for once in my life have peace? Is this man ever going to stop disrespecting me, I thought to myself. Then I noticed Luke scanning the parking lot for me. I let out a sigh. “Excuse me,” I said. My eyes stung and were red, but I couldn’t bring myself to cry in front of him. When Luke noticed me, he came towards me, simply hugged and rubbed my back.

I could feel it in my bones—Gray wasn’t telling the whole truth. The reporters pressed him further, voices overlapping as they hurled questions at him, “But why? What could have driven him to such despair?” Gray’s expression tightened, but he didn’t offer any further explanation. “It was his choice,” he said simply. Another reporter raised their voice above the others, “Alpha Gray, what about the poisoning incident in Shadow Valley Pack? Can you confirm the rumors that you were attacked while attempting to rescue Princess Regina?” Here it goes. My heart jumped up again.

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

He bowed before us and greeted us. "Hello I am Alpha King Greyson, of Lycandor. Pleased to make your acquaintance, your highness's." His manners shocked me. I expected him to be a total barbarian because of they way he was dressed but in fact, he seemed a perfect gentleman. I giggled at my insight, looking at his furs. He glanced up at me through his lashes and smirked at me. As soon as he straightened up his smirk disappeared and he was all back to business. I shifted uncomfortably in my heels and stumbled forward into him.

he ordered as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Trembling, the guy rose to sit on his knees and fearfully met my glare. I recognized him then. His name was Gray, and he was from one of the southern packs. “I… I didn't know... I swear, I didn't know!” He clasped his hands together, staring at me as if I were a god he had offended. “Just fucking talk already!” Caspian roared. Gray swallowed, nodding. Then he sucked in a shaky breath before shifting his gaze back to me. “T-that new one... Kylar... He was talking about all kinds of things… I thought that he was just bragging…”

Does he think that I owe him something? I don’t. I’m grateful, but that’s as far as it goes. His nails dig into my cheek. His thumb swipes across my lip. So much anger. His life is going just fine. He’s back at the top of his game. Amanda gave me the highlights from the last few games. Greyson has been on fire, leaving everything on the ice. He’s been interviewed for the local paper a few times. There’s been a feature in the New York Times, along with a smiling photo of him and his father, who attended one of them.

But as the live broadcast continues to stream, the central paddock gates swing open with a violent crash. A fleet of pristine, midnight-black corporate towncars bearing the exclusive license plates of the Grayson empire pulls directly onto the restricted pit lane tarmac. As the reinforced passenger door opens, revealing the dark, terrifying silhouette of the Demon CEO himself, the entire sports media crew goes completely silent. Xavier Grayson has returned to the track early—and his eyes are locked dead onto the luxury flowers trapped in Chloe's arms. Will Chloe maintain her detached composure, or is a catastrophic corporate war about to erupt right before tomorrow's knockout grid?

I shrugged. “You are really something, Diaz,” Dominic mused and shook his head in amusement while chuckling. “Why has Mr. Grayson not arrived yet ?” Tyra asked in astonishment. “He has never been late in all these years !” she added. “Talk of the devil and here he comes,” Max chuckled and I was surprised by what I saw. Jesus H. Christ ! So this is Mr. Grayson ? I thought he was joking even till now. He is really a prof ?

Gray looks between both of us suspiciously. "...Did I interrupt something weird?" "No." "Yes." Both of us answer at the same time. Gray blinks slowly before raising his hands even higher. "You know what? I don't even wanna know." He turns around and starts walking back toward the house while mumbling something about finding Treyvon and stealing alcohol. Silence settles between us again after he disappears. Kael slides his phone back into his pocket before looking at me. "You better hurry up and tell Coach Picasso you're dropping the Captain position."