Grace Tame Book Novels & Stories

I snarled, hating myself with every word. Grace didn't respond. She just gathered her scattered books and fled down the hallway, her long hair hiding her face. I watched her go, my wolf howling in protest at letting our mate escape. "Damn, Jace," Amber said, sliding her arm through mine again. "You really hate that girl, don't you?" I forced a cruel smile. "Can you blame me? She's pathetic." But as we walked away, all I could think about was the brief moment when Grace had looked up at me—the way her eyes had widened, the soft gasp that had escaped her lips. My mate. Mine to protect, mine to cherish.

But it was unavoidable that they would eventually find out. Joy touched her elbow and went into the dining room. Grace heard her greet Jaime, but she couldn’t move. Instead of doing the polite thing, she opened the back door as quietly as she could and sneaked outside. Rubbing her arms at the chill, she tipped her head back and looked up at the stars, bright in the November sky. One of the advantages of living in the middle of nowhere was that you could see the constellations. Grace spotted Cassiopeia and then Andromeda, the latter of which was chained to a rock to be eaten by a sea monster before Perseus had swooped in to save her. Grace felt a little like she was chained to a rock, except

How she was like a flame to moths around her. It didn’t matter how much Norton spoke of war. My mind pulled in a different direction. My wolf clawed at the inside of me like a caged animal, pacing, growling, howling for her. I had fought my entire life to stay cold, calculated, distant. But jasmine flowers—she had cracked something inside me. Her smell acted like a drug I wanted to get addicted to. That soft face. Those big blue eyes full of broken hope. That fear and excitement in her heart that I sensed immediately. I sniffed the air hard to reach her wolf, and to my utmost frustration, I couldn’t smell one, which probably meant that she didn’t have one.

She ordered me around like she used to, as if I were still her obedient husband from the countryside. Right then, any last bit of hope I had for her crumbled to dust. I remembered the day I first saw her, standing under the big locust tree at the village entrance. She was in a white dress, holding a book, as serene as a painting. The single guys in the village said she was too proud and tough to approach. However, I was enchanted, convinced she was the one I, Max Ferguson, was meant to marry.

“I’m in.” “What!?” I shriek. She shrugs, taking a swig. Shayne squeals, clapping her hands and jumping up and down, thrilled. “General Amir said we have to have empathy for these people,” Grace says, shrugging and wiping at her mouth. “And how can I do that if I’ve never really even met a wolf, let alone an Alpha?” My mouth drops open. How…how can she be betraying me!? My most docile friend!?

“Fine, you may go to work, but you owe me one.” Evan grinned. “Of course, Grandmother,” He kissed her cheek before making his way towards the door. “Good-bye, dear,” Evan got into his black Maserati and was driving along the circular driveway when he saw a Rolls Royce come through the gate. He stopped the car and waited. Silently, he watched as the chauffeur opened the door. Evan’s mouth dropped open when he saw a beautiful woman with killer legs step out of the car. The woman looked up at her surroundings, straightened her dress and walked around the car towards the steps that lead into the house. Evan watched as her hips swayed seductively with every step. Her raven black hair bounced beco

anziano voice echoed from the door. I quickly wipe my tears. "How did you get this? Mum...mum took it away." I stared at the book. "She hated how I spent all my time writing on it rather than living. How did you find it?" " Well in that case, I think you should give all the credit to Bianca. She found it here in your room after her massive clean ups." He straightened his glasses, "we couldn't find the lock but we thought you'd like it. It must be something of great sentiment."

The smile fell from my face as I locked eyes with the man stood in front of my bed, leering down at me with a disgusting flare of lust in his eyes. "D-dad!" I stammered, dropping the book to the floor and scrambling up the bed to hide myself under the covers. He bent down to retrieve the book, licking his lips as his eyes glossed over the page I had been so enamoured with seconds earlier. "Now, now" he murmured, looking back up at my trembling body, "don't play shy now. No good, innocent girl would be looking at a book like this. What were you planning on doing, Grace, if I hadn't walked in?" his eyes raked my body through the covers with undisguised desire. "I hadn't realised you were that

she says and I frown, looking at the eight-year-old girl that melted my heart and made me fall in love with kids. “Grace, baby, you need to go,” I hear Tatum’s voice behind me. When I turn around, her eyes widen but immediately, she recomposes herself walking directly to stand next to Grace, who is still holding my hand. “Come on baby, Mara is here to take you home,” Tatum says and Grace’s eyes go sad. “Why can’t she stay?” I ask, and Tatum looks at me and then at Grace without replying to my question. “Come on Grace, go get your jacket,” Tatum says and Grace nods after giving me a tight hug and walking away. Tatum stands before me, her eyes softening and a small smile appearing on her lips.

I hate how my senses betrayed me, tracking every shift of his posture, every controlled breath. Rowan cleared his throat. “I received a gift today.” His words snapped me from my thoughts as my gaze landed onto the omega who had stepped forward, presenting a carved wooden box etched with lunar symbols that made my brows raised. “It’s from the Elder of the North Ridge Pack,” he continued before we could raise questions. “A fertility charm that had been blessed by their Moon Priestess. I assured you that it’s effective.” A what? Fertility charm? My fingers tightened in my lap, the same as I could feel him stiffened.