Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

“I know. You know the best part though? The blow will be softened by the fact that we still get to be around you and we’ll have a little piece of you in our kids. You’ll always be there. I think I was mostly scared of you choosing him because I would be around you anymore. I would miss you.” “Well now you’re stuck with me forever Windsor.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” “Oh fuck!” Grayson shouted from outside the door. “Is he that upset about us having sex?” Lee questioned. “Gray?” I called. “Something is wrong!” I got up as fast as I could and waddled over to the door. I opened it and Grayson’s neck was red. “Is that a rash?!” I asked. “Yeah and…” His eyes widened. “Scar your chest.”

I've hardly secured my seatbelt when Grayson zooms off. He neither makes comments nor eye contact. He stops in front of a large store. He doesn't say a word to me before getting down from the car. I'm not really expecting anything from him so I'm a bit surprised when he circles the car and opens the door for me. I mutter a 'thank you' feeling my cheekbones rise due to the action. He doesn't give any indication that he heard me thanking him before walking ahead of me and into the store. I follow him immediately, not wanting to have to look for him later on.

he whispered ,A tear fell on the picture, Grayson’s hands were trembling with pain, he could feel his chest burning up, “Agh!! If only I knew I would have saved you— I failed as your brother, I failed to save my sister,” Grayson punched his chest harshly as the tears rolled down his cheek, Grayson took a deep breath as he lifted the picture up with his trembling hands and kissed it, “I will not let Renya suffer, I promise I will not let her suffer like you did— I will make it up to you that way—“

he points at the opposite walls on their left and right. "Okay, I'll take the blue!" Kian steals the bucket and goes to his wall. Grayson chuckles, shaking his head. He's loving how Kian is slowly starting to go back to how he was before they arrested him. He was the flirty and funny young man Grayson fell for, and he's happy to have him again by his side.

I glanced at the omega wolf before leaving the room and going to the garden. This pack still needed a leader and Grayson was trained his whole life for the position. I may not like him but I had to do what's right by these people. I removed my phone from my pocket and read messages from Wyatt, he called a few times too. Grayson joined me in the garden half an hour later, he was fully dressed and his eyes were red like he was crying. " Hello," " How can you be so calm when you ordered two deaths? Adira, that man was my father," he growled.

Grayson tore himself away from my neck, his face was inches away from my own as he looked at me. "Please", he whispered, "Please Laila, let me claim you. I couldn't stand being so far away from you today and not knowing what was happening. When I heard you had been attacked I almost lost it... I can't do that again Laila, I can't pace around not knowing if you are alright". Grayson pleaded with me, the desperation in his heavy voice was enough to make me wince. I hated to see my mate so distraught. My own carnal need to possess him was still raw from my encounter with Jayde and Amara spurred me on, urging me to scream YES!

muttered Grayson . "You deserved it .' said Cynthia with tears in her eyes .Grayson held her arm tightly trying to cause her pain . Damon enetred the room . "Grayson leave her ." Damon snapped . "Why huh she insulted me .What does she think of herself ." said Grayson . "I said Leave her ." said Damon pushing Grayson back . "What the hell is wrong with you dude ? Why are you defending this filthy .." said Grayson "Don't you dare to insult her in front of him and now leave i don't wanna see you near her ." said Damon arrogantly .Grayson and the other boys left looking disappointed .

she laughs. And just like that. I’m her brave Knight of the Obsidian, ready to take on the whole fucking world for her. Abigail Bennett-Winchester I just barely finished changing into a silk and lace teddy before Grayson comes barreling through the door of our bedroom, his face is flushed like he just flew up the flight of stairs. He’s wearing black jeans and a long-sleeved fitted shirt that clings achingly tight to those chiseled biceps and chest. Good God, I’d like to tear the shirt off with my bare teeth. He must have put on at least fifteen pounds of muscle since he began training and damn, does it look good on his 6’3 frame.

I frown, reaching out with my free hand and tilting her chin so she is looking directly into my eyes. “It will be ok, Beautiful.” Worry lines my face as I search her eyes. This is what I was afraid of. Her taking a life and her beautiful soul not knowing how to log that life-altering information. “You are a warrior with a heart. It just makes you that much more amazing.” I mutter, then release her hand, pulling her under my arm and kissing the top of her head. Wren Clears her throat. “Uh, Wayne is our source. He is Waylon’s son.”

Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation. “I can’t thank you enough for this right now, Delia,” Grayson says, his voice deep and saddened. His bright blue eyes duller than they used to be, and his dark hair much more gray than it was just a few weeks ago. Everything has been taking such a toll on him. I inwardly sigh, wishing I could do more to help him. “Aw, you’ll find a way to make it up to me,” she purrs with a wink. “Alpha.”