Chapter 122: Pack Claims and Bitter Choices
(Grace's POV)
The heavy silence in Alexander’s territory-marked vehicle was suffocating. The rain-slicked highway reflected the moonlight, but even that serene glow did little to alleviate the tension crackling between us.
My arms were crossed tightly over my chest, my fingers gripping the fabric of my modest robe as if it could shield me from the sheer dominance radiating off Alexander.
The deep growl of the engine was the only sound, but my thoughts were roaring. I needed to break it, to speak before I suffocated under the weight of his overpowering presence.
Yet, the words that came tumbling from my lips weren’t what I’d planned.
"I suppose I should thank you for the moon-blessed crystal after last time," I bit out, gripping the ed
