GRAYSON

After Kyle left, Belle glanced up, scanning the room.

Her brows furrowed when she didn’t find my beta. “Where—?”

I cut her question short by sweeping her off her feet and marching her to the bed—

or should I say, her mattress on the floor.

I pushed down the feeling of fury caused by the fact that it still smelled like Liam Blackwood and sat down on the mattress with my back to the wall and Belle on my lap.

She clung to me tightly, her arms wrapped around my neck. I had to pry her off my chest to get her to look at me, but I never...