Chapter 67 First Kiss

Grace’s POV

Perhaps it was the alcohol buzzing through my system. Or perhaps I’d just gotten so sick and tired of being tied to my jerk of an ex-mate. Because despite everything that had happened, I’d realized something important tonight:

I did have the power to decide my own narrative…

After months where I’d just gone from one situation to the next, I’d often felt as if I was just a leaf blowing where the wind blew me. Or a boat going where the stream took me.

Being rejected?

No control over it.

Being captured and abused?

Out of my hands.

Becoming alpha?

A desperate attempt to keep my friends alive!

And then it was more or less just a question of holding on tight and surviving the tempest that was leading a pack. In short, I’d been spending the last couple of months trying to heal myself, build a pack and take care of everyone else around me.

I was tired!