Grant POV
The ball was full of gorgeous girls, all of them eyeing me as though I was a piece of meat, pressing up against me seductively, fluttering their eyelashes, flipping their hair over their shoulders, and sensually moving their bodies in a blatant attempt to get my attention. It wasn’t working. The only person I was interested in was Jordan and the second I had approached the table where she was sitting, she’d cut me off and told me in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t interested and to leave her the hell alone. I was miserable. I really had made her despise me. It was clear in the way she spoke and the way she looked at me, her eyes full of hatred and anger, that she was never going to forgive me for the years of torment I had put her through. My wolf Hades was barely speaking to
