chapter 87

chapter 26. Struggle GRAYSON After Kyle left, Belle glanced up, scanning the room. Her brows furrowed when she didn’t find my beta. “Where—?” I cut her question short by sweeping her off her feet and marching her to the bed— or should I say, her mattress on the floor. I pushed down the feeling of fury caused by the fact that it still smelled like Liam Blackwood and sat down on the mattress with my back to the wall and Belle on my lap. She clung to me tightly, her arms wrapped around my neck. I had to pry her off my chest to get her to look at me, but I never ceased my purring. It calmed her and made her less afraid. That’s what she needed right now. At the same time, the smell of her arousal was only growing the longer I purred. She shifted restlessly on my lap, her cheeks flushed with bright pink. Huh, so it seemed as though purring had two effects on my gorgeous mate. I carefully brushed a lock of brown hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear. I cu