Chapter 28. Vigil of the Wolf King

GRAYSON

I had never loved Belle more than I did at that moment. I had never been more proud of her.

I had never been more frustrated with her.

I paced back and forth behind the back of her apartment building, my entire body reverberating with growls. The building was run down and falling apart and definitely not fit for my woman.

I wanted nothing more than to go in there, throw her over my shoulder again, and take her to a five-star hotel.

There I would hand-feed her the best food money could buy, rub her tired feet, and tuck her into bed with my arms wrapped around her.

I could feel her sadness and devastation through the bond. She had stopped crying about an hour ago but was still awake.

The quiet shuffling I heard from her window every once in a while told me that she couldn’t sleep.

I felt ridiculous. Here I was, an alpha—no, the king of the supernatural, dammit—standing outside my mate’s apartment like a pathetic stalker, desperat