Charles
As Eason left, the atmosphere in Grace's pack house seemed to shift into a more relaxed state. My eyes wandered around the dining room as I listened to Eason leave. Richard continued sleeping in my arms, soundly.
Grace returned, she seemed more assured and ready for what was going to happen next. She wore a smile that hinted at her readiness. Her strength was evident, and I felt a sense of admiration for the alpha before me.
“Eason’s off to plot vicious plans,” Grace said. “I thought maybe I could show you to an office you can use.”
I nodded. “At your lead.”
Grace led me through the corridors of the house, the rich scent of wood and history filling the air as we walked. It was a different area of the ground floor than the kitchen. The walls were adorned with antique paintings
