Alpha Jacob’s POV
When Grace settled beside me on the couch after hearing my outburst at Noah, her presence was like a balm to my anger. Her scent washed over me, soothing the rage that had been clawing its way to the surface. I could finally breathe.
“You heard everything that asshole said,” I asked, my voice a little softer but still carrying the weight of my earlier frustration. Grace’s eyes were calm, emotionless, as she nodded.
“Grace, you aren’t angry after hearing that?” I questioned, the words grating against the turmoil still churning inside me.
Grace smiled softly, her eyes meeting mine. “Jacob, I’m not angry. I know the Red Moon Pack still sees me as nothing more than a slave or a maid. It doesn’t bother me anymore. I’m used to that kind of treatment.” She paused, her voice
