Filthy rich werewolves novel Chapter 56

JASON

I hug Grace.

G*ddamn she isn’t kidding.

She stinks.

Like all manner of awful, rotting, dead things.

My wolf is not happy about this at all.

He’s growling and snapping at me.

Not at her though.

My wolf is furious… for her.

Interesting.

I lower my head and gently place my cheek against her neck. It’s faint, really faint, but beneath the shitty stench of garbage, her skin smells like her. I focus on that.

Lily had intentionally made things difficult for Grace today and I hate that Lily was so petty and that she forced Grace to labor so terribly.

Part of me recognizes the hypocrisy. I’m every bit an old world wolf.

By our old laws—an eye for an eye.

If Lily had attacked Grace and they fought wolf to wolf, then that would be justice served. But we are not living in the old world.

And Lily, especially, has chosen to walk in the spotlight. Which makes her egregious abuse of power and media inexcusable.

“Jay, please! Let me go.”

"Sister, no matter what odor you have on your body, you don't have to stay away from me."

"But..." Grace squirms with embarrassment and I’m not entirely sure if she’s protesting because of the stench or just to get out of my arms.

My wolf grumbles.

"Since we've already promised to depend on each other, then what is there to avoid? Does it mean that one day if I smell or sweat, you will deliberately stay away from me?"

Grace is silent for a while. Her racing heart gradually slows. "All right, I understand. I won't do it again."

Good. “Come, it’s cold.” I grab her hand and we walk back to her shitty, little cramped apartment.

“You go shower and change,” I tell her. “I will make dinner.”

She tilts her head at me, no doubt wondering if I can cook. And to be fair, I didn’t have to do much back at the cabin for that stew we shared.

She’s not wrong. I have virtually no experience in the kitchen, but cooking is based on measurements, temperatures and timing. I’m an engineer by nature and all of those elements are quantifiable.

I’ll figure it out.

“Go,” I insist, pushing her forward.

Grace heads into the bathroom and closes the door.

I roll up his sleeves and get to work.

Grace stays in the bathroom for close to an hour. At one point I smell the sharp scent of bleach. And though i’ve done a decent job of cooking the meat and rice, by the time she comes out and sits across from me, the food has cooled.

Grace doesn’t seem to notice and she eats with relish. “This is delicious, Jay!”

Of course it is. I brought the cuts of beef myself and they’re prime.

"What happened today?" I ask.

Grace hesitates and chews slowly before setting her fork down.

“It’s silly, really. And before I even get into it, let me just say that today’s event has been blown way out of proportion.” She cocks her head to the side and considers me. “Given all the people and all the workers and police involved, I’m surprised you didn’t hear about it already on social media.” She nudges my phone. “You didn’t even try to peek?”