CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The woods have a way of whispering secrets if you listen closely enough, and lately, they've been murmuring about Jackson's relentless pursuit. But I'm not the kind of girl who swoons easily, certainly not at the charm of an Alpha who sees conquest rather than connection.
"Grace," Jackson's voice cuts through the forest air like a blade, smooth but impossible to ignore. "You can't avoid me forever."
I turn, facing him with a resolve that I hope masks my racing heart. His presence is commanding: tall, dark, and undeniably magnetic. Yet, as much as my body betrays a flutter of attraction, my spirit remains ironclad.
"Watch me," I retort, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to seem bigger than my small frame would suggest. The corners of his mouth lift in a half-smi
