What Happens in Chapter 155 – From the Book Filthy rich werewolves
Dive into Chapter 155, a pivotal chapter in Filthy rich werewolves , written by Swnovels. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Internet fiction.
It was as if she had heard his voice and she frowned suddenly. Her forehead broke out in a cold sweat and immediately, she started to shake her head left and right as if avoiding something.
Jason frowned and just as he wanted to call for a doctor, Grace who was still in deep slumber abruptly opened her eyes as she sat upright, shouting, "Noooo..."
"Sister, what's wrong?" Jason asked.
In the next moment, Grace hugged Jason's waist tightly as if she were drowning. "Jay, that's great... it's you... it's you... I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was in jail and those people would not let me go. I begged them, I... but they continued to hit me..."
Even in her dream, the pain was still so acute. Now that she was awake, she could still feel her abdomen hurting.
She suddenly stopped mid-sentence and her entire body froze.
She had just realized that this was Jason not "Jay"!
The man she was hugging now is Jason and the pain she suffered in jail was instigated... by him!
Grace released her arms stiffly and her body subconsciously shrank back.
And yet, in the next moment, his arm had already looped around her waist and he pulled her straight into his embrace. "Sister, are you afraid of me?"
As he hugged her, he could feel her body shivering slightly like a fragile, small creature reacting when faced with a predator at the top of the food chain.
Which wasn’t a stretch, he supposed.
He was a wolf. She was human.
She bit her lip and struggled to suppress the fear within her. "Yes, I'm afraid," She then continued frankly, "I've been taught too many lessons in prison. Fear was beaten into me..."
But it was to no avail. His fingers latched onto her chin and each time she tilted her head away, his hand would pry her head back to its original position. He was utterly unavoidable.
She wanted to give in, to kiss him back and let him hold her close.
But he wasn’t ‘Jay’ the pack-less male who’d saved her on the road.
This wolf… he was the highest ranking and most powerful Alpha in this whole region.
“Jason, let me go…”
But he paid no mind to her and his lips trailed down her neck to leave small kisses. His fingers gently moved to unfasten the buttons of her hospital gown.
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