Greyson’s POV
Rules. Discipline. Boundaries.
Those were the things that kept me sane. As the Warden of the North, I didn’t do chaos. I didn’t let my emotions make my decisions, and I absolutely did not let a drunk, hundred-and-twenty-pound human dictate the sleeping arrangements in my own home.
At least, that was the lie I was fiercely telling myself as the Maybach finally glided to a smooth halt in front of Grimstone Hall.
“I’ll take her to her room,” I announced, my voice clipped and hard as the driver opened my door. “Raiden, hand her to me.”
“I can carry my own mate, Grey,” Raiden grunted softly. He shifted his massive arms to better cradle Callie against his bare, heavily tattooed chest. She was completely dead to the world, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her hair spil
