Zoey Grey Novels & Stories

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Feel nothing. “N-no,” she stammers, and Ragnar lets out a low, aching sound. “I... I’m Zoey.” “That’s a name. Not an answer.” “I’m the pack omega,” she says, fists clenched. Not exactly omega behavior. “You were born of Alpha blood... yet you crawl like you’re nothing,” I mutter, stepping closer. Her silver hair is tangled, dull. Her body frail. Hollow blue eyes meet mine with a spark of something that doesn’t belong in someone this broken.

Wow, a bath would be great right now. Grayson takes a seat by my side, as my legs still cower underneath the blanket. "It's important you don't freak out," he tells me. Instantly, his words have the opposite effect to what he intended. My heart flutters at the insinuation of bad news. It's early in the morning, my mate is looking nervous, and now suddenly, he's holding my hands between his own. I'm captured in his intrusive gaze, as he suggests I don't worry without even speaking. But nonetheless, his next sentence shocks me. "Lexia, I'm a Phantom Wolf."