GRAYSON

I hated that vampire. My wolf paced in my chest the entire time he was here, eager to take care of the infuriating vampire himself and pissed every time I forced him down, refusing to let him out.

He thought he had some sort of claim on my woman just because he had taken care of her for a short time when I couldn’t. He was wrong. Very wrong.

She was mine. And I was more than happy to prove that to him.

After switching rooms due to the destruction caused to the last one—something I did not regret, especially after finding out Liam Blackwood’s father owned the place...