Page 28 of Bullied By the Alpha Wolf

Grayson snorted. “Right. Okay…well, I guess…”

Tension hung, and I wasn’t really sure what he was going to say. Gray knew as much as I did that we were assholes to Kit. I knew he felt bad about it, but he didn’t seem to be letting it affect him very much.

At least not to me, but I wasn’t being super honest about my own feelings, now was I?

“Yeah?” Kit dragged out, eyeing him like she was ready to fight him—human or not.

“I’m sorry, Kit. I was a shitty brother. I should have done better.”

Gray’s voice was low, and I could smell the swirling bitterness of regret in his scent. Kit’s eyes took a turn going wide this time, and she stepped back, her lips parting slightly.

“Oh. Th-thanks.” She crossed her arms. “I’m still pissed. But…thank you.”

Grayson nodded, not asking for anything more than Kit was willing to give.

“Look,” Kit eyed the both of us, “I’m starving. Aside from being utterly bored in your room, that’s why I came over here. I’m…I’m getting something to eat.”

Heat bloomed within my veins. I knew that Grayson had picked up Kit’s use of “your room.” Goody.

“Kitchen is open. Down the hall at the very end.” I nodded in that direction, and Kit offered a nod back, turning on her heel and exiting.

As soon as she was gone, Grayson wheeled around to face me, landing a solid punch on my arm and glaring at me like I’d, well, like I’d fucked his sister.

“What the hell, man?!”

I took a step back, letting the burn in my bicep slowly fade. Jesus, this is so not what we should be talking about right now.

Still, I knew Gray had a reason to be up my ass about it. Kit was his sister, and even though he’d never admitted it, he cared about her. Whenever we were messing with her, he was the one to determine how far it could go.

“It’s not like that, Grayson.” I allowed just a hint of the alpha in my blood now to come to the surface. “Yes, she was in my chambers, but just because I didn’t want her in the cell in the basement. I slept in the woods last night after a run.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I could tell that he was both aware of my alpha push and not as susceptible to it because he wasn’t of my pack. Gray held that dark stare for a long time, zeroing in on me as he sucked in a deep breath of the air to catch my scent.

The guy wasn’t about to find any hint of falsity. I wasn’t lying. Sure, I’d run from the room, unable to stop a shift because Kit was getting under my skin like she always did, but he didn’t need to know that part.

“Fine. Fine. But here’s something that’ll surprise you.” Gray glared, and I doubted that my friend since childhood would be able to do much that caught me off guard. “I don’t mind that you like her. I never have, idiot. I mind that you won’t fucking talk to me about it.”

Well, shit. Color me wrong.

“Gray, I—”

“Unless you’re about to apologize for damn near barking at me, you can stuff it, old friend. I just want you to be honest with yourself for a change.”

I just gaped, staring at him with wide eyes and my brows up to my hairline. Since when had he been so damn good at reading me? Was I that transparent?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I just…fuck, man. Where did all this insight come from?”

He grinned, stepping up to me and clapping me on the shoulder. “You lived with Jet. You know how he is. It’s worse with the twins around. And Senna does not help, either. I’m not sure I love being this ‘connected’ to my emotions. It’s…weird.”

Grayson grimaced, and all I could do was laugh. I pulled him in for another hug, pounding on his shoulder as I replaced that alpha bark with a swell of appreciation and empathy.

“I do remember that.” I sighed. “And yeah, I should have said something. It’s just…it’s not that simple, I guess. But what about you? How’s life with my sister?”

I waggled my brows at him, turnaround being fair play and all.

“Oh, umm…”

Frowning, I cocked my head. “Umm?”

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