"It hurts!" Jem screamed.
"Oh, f**k me,” his grandfather said as he stepped closer, peering over the back of the couch to look at Jem, who was writhing around in pain.
"Grandfather, now is not the time," Rosalyn said. "Your grandson is about to die, and you want s*x?!"
"I need everyone in this room to get out. Except for Grey," Warren said, eyeing the scene before him.
‘Grey. Grey. Grey. Grey,’ Wolf said. His voice was raspy because he hadn't used it for many months. ‘Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.’
Jem’s eyes snapped open through the searing pain. Grey was his mate. Jem’s head snapped to look over at Grey, and the duo made eye contact, and Jem knew Grey knew. He might have known for a while, maybe from their first meeting, and he hadn’t bothered to say anything.
"Jem," Grey said slo
