"Ugh…" Grey groaned, slamming the file shut on his desk with more force than necessary. He pushed back from the chair and ran a hand through his hair, frustration written across his face.
"What?" Masha asked immediately, alarmed, looking up from the papers he had been going through.
Grey's voice was low, almost desperate. "I… I want to see him. I really need to see him. I can't stand this. I need to see him," he repeated, each phrase sounding more urgent than the last, like a mantra he couldn't escape from.
It had been three weeks since the three of them had started dating. Three weeks that had been a whirlwind of emotion, danger, and revelation.
In that short time, they had already faced enemies and betrayal from within their own circle.
Paul, the man who was supposed to be Grey's right-hand, had been plotting against them from the inside, working closely with Alpha Norman's wife, who had mysteriously disappeared, with the goal of eliminating both Grey and Lord Jethro.
