Page 141 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“Good. Now do it again,” Jonas’ voice said from someplace.
“Stop,” Verity growled.
The firm grumble made me pause in the hallway. It wasn’t a bark, but it was commanding.
“Focus, Verity. It’s about intent. Again,” Jonas told her.
Oh, they were having barking lessons. It meant a lot to me that he took the time to help her like that.
“Stop.” Her voice grew in volume and firmness. But it still wasn’t a bark.
I stood in the doorway of the dance room where the Maimers had some of their choreography practices. We also had yoga and shit in there.
“I’m never going to get it,” she sighed, shoulders slumping. Verity’s hair was up in a bun, and she wore leggings and...
... was that one ofmyflannel shirts? How did she get that? But I loved the way the blue and green plaid complimented her eyes. How the fabric draped around her body.
Yeah, she could wear my clothes whenever she wanted.
“You’ll get it.” Jonas brought her into his arms and held her close. “It’ll take time and practice, but I believe in you.”
Fuck, that was hot.
She looked over at me. “Hi Grif.”
“Hey, Kitten.” I hugged her to me. “Love the shirt.”
“It’s Dean’s. He brought it to me earlier with a chai latte so I wouldn’t be cold.” Biting her glossy lower lip, she smiled. “It smells like both of you.”
Jonas snorted. “It’s Grif’s shirt.”
“Oh.” She unbuttoned it.
My hand covered hers, stopping her. “I like you in my clothes, Kitten. It’s almost as good as seeing you without them.”
“I’m the alpha. Shouldn't you be wearing my clothes?” she giggled. The couple of undone buttons granted me a tantalizing look at her cleavage. Did she only have a sports bra on under it?
“I would love to see Grif in that dress you wore in Glitter City,” Jonas laughed, leaning against the wall of the dance studio.
Turning, I struck a pose. “I have the legs for it. Lessons going okay?”
Verity sighed and nestled back into my arms. “I’m trying to be a good alpha.”
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “That means everything, Kitten. But please know that I’ll love you even if you never figure it out.”
“Thank you.” With a smile, she let go of me and went over to the mirrors where her stuff sat. She picked up a cup and took a sip, then grabbed her phone.
Verity looked at it and sighed, her scent going salty.
“The parents didn’t like the pictures? I thought they were cute.” Jonas glanced at his phone and texted someone.
“Oh, Mumsy hates them. Dishonor on me. Dishonor on my pack. Dishonor on the cows.” Verity rolled her eyes. “Mama did, but now she’s all in my business about you. Dad sayshi. But no...”
Oh? My belly twisted.
“What happened, Kitten?” I didn’t like the idea of someone being mean to her.
Wait, did she just call usour pack?Amazing.
