Page 23 of The Wolf and His Forbidden Witch
Since his personal relationships were turning into a mess, he could focus on work, something he was skilled at. He went over one of the parcels under consideration as an offer to the Saccos. At least, that was one way he could be useful.
Hours later, banging from Victoria’s office down the hall revealed her mood. Minutes later, she stormed into his office, her expression fierce enough to slay.
“How could you, Grayson?” she accused, eyes burning with rage.
“Victoria.” Grayson sighed and ran one hand over his jawline. “This shouldn’t come as a surprise for you. I’ve told you before that you and I will not be together.”
“But she’s—awitch,” she spat. Her eyes narrowed. “You’re choosing a witch over me? I’m pack. Family.”
He exhaled. “Nothing is going on between Aurora and me. That was just a one-time thing.”
A strangled sound escaped her. “Awitch?”
“That’s not your business. Whatever you feel for me isn’t real. We’re not mates. Look deep inside and you’ll sense it.”
“No, that’s where you’re wrong. I know we’re meant to be together. It’s you who needs to wake up and realize it to be true.” With that, she spun on her heels and walked out.
Grayson blinked, staring at the doorway after she left. Victoria had never sounded so possessive before. What could he do to convince her to move on?
Chapter 7
Aurora
After a night of rough sleep, Aurora bit her lip and paced through her hotel room. She walked by the king-sized bed to the window and then back toward the door as the guilt wormed through her. Not only had she been ineffective at negotiations thus far, but she had made things worse by being caught kissing Grayson.
She touched her lips. No one had ever kissed her like that.
Not helping.
She pulled out her phone, plopped down on the bed, and called her aunt.
“How’s it going up there?” Aunt Colleen asked.
Aurora squirmed. “Not great.”
“Territorial wolf shifters?” Aunt Colleen snorted. “So typical of them.”
“Yes, there’s that,” Aurora agreed.
“And?” her aunt prodded. “I sense something else.”
“Yes.” Aurora sighed. “There’s something else.”
“Oh?”
“Well, more like someone else,” she admitted. “And it makes being here much more complicated.”
“Who?”
“Grayson. The beta wolf you talked to when setting up this assignment.”
“I see,” her aunt replied in a wary tone. “Is it romantic?”
“Well, um, we kissed last night,” she admitted.
Her aunt was silent for a few seconds. “That’s a conflict of interest, Aurora.”
She grabbed a pillow and propped her elbow on it. “Hence the complication I wanted to talk to you about.”
