Page 27 of The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart

"That's enough," Graham says through gritted teeth. "Focus on the task at hand. Remember? The radicals. Threat to the peace treaty."

Wait a minute. Is Graham blushing?

"As if we could forget about that," Garren remarks, narrowing his eyes at his little brother. "I would much prefer the other topic. What about you Cassie? Want to add a comment on Graham 's sex life?"

My face must resemble an overripe tomato at this point. It's hot and I'm burning. Graham's eyes don't leave mine, and my feet tangle beneath me. I almost fall, but his quick hands stop me from making a fool of myself.

Why does he always have to save me in the worst ways possible?

"That's enough, boys," a woman's voice says with a chiding tone as she enters the room with a man who also looks like Graham but with thirty extra years. The woman turns her brown eyes to me and gives me a warm smile. "Ignore them. They've been competing with each other their whole lives, and only recently learned what it means to be a brother."

"I almost wish we wouldn't," Graham mutters under his breath, then moves forward to give the older woman a kiss on the cheek. "Hello, Mother. Father."

"I'm Fallon, and this is my husband, Gael," Graham's mother says as she moves toward me. "Welcome."

"Where are Lucas and Valerie?" Graham asks. It's when I realize that Leia's parents are missing.

"They're in the backyard with the kids," Fallon replies. "I just came to say hi to your guest. I'll go out now so that Lucas can join your meeting."

"Speaking of, we better move to the conference room," Gavin says and offers his hand to Leia. "We will be more comfortable there."

The group starts moving as they talk in hushed voices that I can barely pick up. Graham's fingers squeeze around my arm and he gently pulls me back.

The warmth of his skin sends an unknown shockwave through my body. My eyes widen and I focus on his lips. It's a stupid thing to do because the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter.

What the fuck? Get a grip on yourself. You don't like him. He is dangerous.

I have to be the craziest chick alive, the kind of woman who's willing to enjoy herself knowing that her body is being consumed by a creature she thinks could literally bite my head off.

"I'm so sorry about my brothers," Graham whispers. His voice reverberates through my core, his alpha-male energy intoxicating me. "As you can see, they don't have the subtlest bone in their body."

His words force me back to the moment and out of my sick mind.

"It's okay," I mutter.

"If it's any consolation, they all like you," he says with a shrug.

"How could you tell?"

He smiles with that irresistible, wicked grin. "Because they didn't remove your head from your shoulders yet. And let me tell you, they are very good at doing that."

With a low chuckle, Graham starts pulling me forward.

"Come on," he urges. "Time to reveal more secrets."

There are even more secrets to reveal?

For a brief moment, my gaze flicks to his. Though this is certainly one confusing day, he looks calm and composed. And alluringly sexy.

But if the secret of the wolves and witches is hard to understand, the idea of my pulse slowing down when I look at Graham, my wolf-boss, and now the Prince of the Grey Court, is beyond comprehension.

Yet that's exactly what's happening.

What the hell is going on?

I’d better focus on the task at hand as Graham gently pulls me toward the conference room. I don't want to risk the wolves smelling anything else than sweat on me.

CHAPTER 7

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