Grace pov
Moving into the Alpha suite of the pack house felt surreal. I stood in the doorway of what would temporarily be my bedroom—a guest room connected to Jace's suite through a shared bathroom—and tried to reconcile this reality with the one I had planned just a week ago.
I was supposed to be in Colorado right now. Instead, I was unpacking my bags in Jace Storms' home, preparing to care for the mate who'd rejected me three years ago and nearly died saving me a week ago.
Life had a twisted sense of humor.
"You don't have to do this, you know." Jace's voice came from the doorway of his bedroom, where he was supposed to be resting. He leaned heavily against the frame, still pale from blood loss, one hand pressed against his bandaged abdomen. "My mother could hire a nurse. You don't
