Chapter 5. The Wolf Within

Ace kept a firm grip on my thigh the entire drive to his house. Every time he squeezed too much, I would wince, and he would loosen it and start rubbing the spot in soothing circles with his thumb.

I didn’t mind his possessive touch. It helped settle my pounding head. I was even grateful for his brooding silence.

As soon as we got to his house, I knew he would have questions about what happened, and my migraine would flare once more as I tried to come up with answers.

So, I valued these few moments of peace. It gave me time to gather my thoughts.

Once we pulled into his driveway, I tried to bat his hands away from me, refusing to be carried like a child yet again, but he just growled and lifted me before marching me into his house.

His touch was soft, but his message was clear: he was upset and in no mood to be disobeyed.

To my relief, he placed me on my feet once we were inside, though his hand remained on the small of my back as he ushered me in