Chapter 35. Feast of Possession

BELLE

Kyle had been right when he’d said Grayson would be possessive for a while.

Grayson was acting more than just possessive—he was acting completely insane.

About five minutes after arriving at the hotel, he ordered me a mountain of food from room service and had it delivered to the room.

He never stopped touching me in one way or another, and his eyes were pitch black and completely terrifying with the presence of his wolf.

He barely spoke except to explain things to me, give me orders, or tell me for the millionth time how sorry he was and how he would make it up to me.

Even then, his sentences were usually only one word. It was painfully obvious that his wolf was very much in control of the situation.

The moment the food arrived, Grayson sat me down on his lap at the dining table and put a plate of food in front of me.

It was some sort of creamy-looking pasta with chicken. It looked and smelled delicious. He had his own plate in