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A quick warning. There is no sex scene, but there are sexual references, and themes throughout this chapter. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1862

Pages: 12

~Lexia

"We could go out now, if you would like, to see the Pack," Grayson offers, after I had accepted the plate of bacon again, and finished it. He took the empty plate from me, and slid it into the sink.

I glanced outside, shaking my head. "I don't think I could handle the heat."

It's true. One step outside, and I'm positive I might faint. It's not because I can't usually handle the heat, but I'm still coming down from the effects of the drug Jasper gave me. Thank the Moon Goddess I didn't stay around to find or what he wanted.

"What about this evening?" I ask.

Instantly, it's as if I've pushed a button labeled don't touch. He stiffens, his gaze growing cold and rigid.

"I don't think that's going to work," he says softly. The way he speaks the words, it's as if he's in pain, like he's fighting off an inner demon.

"Maybe tomorrow, I'll be over this drug, and we can go," I say nervously, hoping I was pushing to far. I had accepted his offer as a way to continue my mission to take over an Alphas position, and achieve the goal of democracy throughout the Packs.

But his sudden shift in mood has me a little nervous.

"Good idea," he replies, looking up through his dark hair, meeting my gaze. Something about his eyes always stops my heart for a second. Maybe it's the colour...I'm not sure.

I excused myself, dragging the blanket over my shoulders back up to the room. No moody Alphas are up there. And anyway, I need time to think about this, but ultimately I can't shake the fact Grayson is hiding something pretty big from me. (That's what she said...*high fives self*)

The moment I step back into the room, I notice a piece of clothing lying on the bed. At closer inspection, it's a simple large shirt. A mans shirt, with a little hand written note on it.

All I have, sorry.

Did I stumble into the wrong room? Or did Grayson manage to get a shirt up here so quickly I didn't even notice? Perhaps he has people to do it for him...He's an Alpha, I suppose.

I scrunch the note up in my hand, and toss it back onto the bed. Since the shirt is nice and big, maybe it won't be so hot. Hoping I'm right, I shrug the blanket off myself, and slip his shirt on.

It even smells like him, I notice.

I fall face first into the bed, wondering if maybe I could catch a nap until it's cooler outside, but instead, I'm hit in the face with another note. This time, it was stuck to the pillow. Peeling it off my face, I inspect the completely different handwriting.

Meet me outside, now.

Jasper

Ignoring the almost incoherent handwriting, I assess the note. At the bottom, it's signed with Jaspers name. Instantly, my heart skips a beat.

This means answers. Answers to so many things I've been desperate to find out. The idea of clarity has me on my feet in excitement.

This may possibly be a trap, or a way for Jasper to finish the mission he only started by drugging me, but I didn't care. I would claw my hair out wanting to know anyway. Plus, my palm is itching to meet his face after what he did that night.

Following the only route in this place that I know, I skip down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where I remembered seeing a back door.

Instead, I see Grayson. What is doing in here still?

He stands with his back to me, doing something at the sink. And the only thing he wears, are a pair of black dish washing gloves.

One brief eye full of a very firm, smooth butt has me screaming and ducking for cover behind the bench.

"Lexia?" I hear Grayson say into the air, as I press myself as close to the bench as physics allow. He can't see me. I can't see him...What the hell did I just see?

I hear his footsteps getting closer, and I squeeze my eyes shut in hope I won't have to see anymore of him naked. Because that ass of his is bound to plague my dreams tonight. And I'm not sure if that's a bad thing...

Suddenly, the feel of his rubber cleaning gloves on my skin make me jump. He's right there. And he's naked.

"I didn't know you were shy," he says, his voice light with a chuckle. How dare he be amused! Who just walks around without any clothes on, with others in his house? Alphas of Freedom obviously.

"Sorry I don't want your...Thing in my face," I growl, shielding my eyes with my hand.

His laugh become animated. "My thing? You mean my peni-"

"Shut it! Just...Get it away," I mutter, standing enough while shaking my hand wildly in his general direction, so he can't get any closer.

"Sorry, I should have been mindful of the fact that you're not used to them being this big..."

I peek through my fingers enough to see Grayson's face. It's alight with humour, his resplendent eyes dancing. I've never wanted to slap someone as hard...Not even Jasper.

"You're not funny," I grumble. He takes a step forward, pulling my hands away from my face. I let him, because there's no way he can make me look down.

Instead, I look at a wall hanging of an eggplant that looks...I shake my head at my wicked imagination. Am I blushing?

"I want to comment on how amusing you are, Lex, but my shirt on you is very distracting," he says slowly. I'm not sure what should have bothered me more. The comment on the shirt, or the fact that he shortened my name.

Suddenly, I'm trapped in his gaze. Again.

It's like he can pin me down, render me completely useless at any time he pleases, and its frightfully...exciting.

"Almost as distracting as your lack of clothes?" I say, trying to keep my tone borderline sarcastic, but it's as if he's fallen into a predatory world, and I'm the focal point.

My hands brace themselves against the bench, clinging to it for dear life. He stands directly in front of me, staring down at me with a gaze so primal, I'm shivering with a sort of unexplainable fear I've never dealt with before.

"Why is it that every time I look at you, I'm distracted?" Grayson asks, more to himself than me, although I feel obliged to say something to fill the awkwardness I currently feel.

"Because you're an idiot. Which is why you're pinning me to this bench," I say, wishing my voice wasn't so breathy.

Grayson smiled wickedly, his face so close to mine I can feel his warm breath against my face. I could push him away right now, but that would mean touching his bare chest, and I'm sure he wouldn't budge anyway.

"Maybe if you weren't so hung up on your assistant, you wouldn't mind..." He said, making it seem as if his words were alluringly pantie dropping. Except, the instant mention of Adrian had my blood running cold. Is he jealous? Is that why he is always bringing it up? I don't know why he would be.

I go to say something in response, but he cuts me off. "How did he take you?"

I want to push him away. I want to yell and tell him it's none of his business, that I'm done with this deal if he doesn't damn well drop this act. If it's even an act...

But I'm stuck, words jumbled in my throat, movements ceased by my swirling mind.

Suddenly, he grabs my hips, those stupid cleaning gloves feeling strange against my skin. Unable to control anything, I was flipped onto my front by Grayson. And ignoring my protests, he placed his hand between my shoulder blades, and pressed me against the top of the bench.

"What are you doing?" I growl, my cheek pressing against the cool marble. I'm stuck, held fast by Grayson's hand, no matter how much I struggle.

He runs his other hand down my side, across his own shirt. Are all young Alphas this crazy?

"If you don't let me go-"

"Did he take you like this? From behind?" He asks, his voice a breathless murmur. My eyebrows crease in confusion. He's got to be kidding...

He turns me back around, so I'm facing him. Instantly, my hands are free, but only briefly. I don't even get the opportunity to punch him square in the jaw, before he ceases my wrists. I was moments from hitting my head against his, before his words stopped me.

"Or did he look you in the eyes while he fúcked you?"

I bring my knee up, hoping to hit him straight at what shouldn't be naked right now, but is, but he stops me with his other hand. Why is he so damn quick?

"Let me go," I snap, but it goes straight over his head.

Still holding my wrists, he pulls me a little closer, before pressing me against the nearest wall. I'm still trapped, but yet not one inch of his bareness touches me. I couldn't be more glad, honestly.

"Was he rough with you?" He tilts his head. "Did he make you scream?"

I stared straight into his eyes. "This agreement isn't going to work, if you're pressing me against walls."

All of sudden, as if the sense of it all came to him, he let me go. I can't help the breath of relief I take. No matter how much I want to slap him around the head for what he just did, but I'm not about to ruin this plan.

"Sorry, sometimes I get caught up in.." He glances up at me. "You."

I take in a shuddering breath. This isn't going to be an easy mission.

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Did someone say...Midika updated on time?

*Gasps*

She must be off her vacation! Nope...Nah, I wrote this in a marina waiting for my mum to talk to a bunch of offical people lol.

I hope you can see Grayson's character developing a little more. He's different to Kaden...More loose cannon ish.

Kaden is more mature than him. (I don't particularly incorporate exact age) I want Grayson to be undisciplined, to give them some further distance in personality.

In this chapter I've shown how he's an in the moment Alpha, very untamed. Doesn't care about consequences.

How you're enjoying so far! Jasper action coming up next chapter :D

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