6: SIX

She grew frustrated at the table of other board members. All of them talked over each other, not really speaking about anything.

"Sir," she interrupted, "with all due respect, the Thomas case requires specific qualifications–"

"Enough, Evergreen," her boss interrupted.

"Sir, she's right. We are not equipped to handle international litigations," Cooper pressed on. Her boss allowed him to speak. Part of her thought it was due to her disability, the other that it was because she was a woman crammed in a room with men.

"Alright," their boss acquiesced. "Cooper take lead–"

"But this was Evergreen's case–"

"No, it was the firm's case, and now you're head."

Evergreen remained quiet. She knew it was utter bullshit, but she didn't have the authority to refute him. So she swallowed her voice and simply nodded. As her phone rang, she picked it up, excusing herself from the meeting.

"Grey?"

"I'm in your office."

"What?"

He hung up before she could continue. Tala led her back to her office where Grey grabbed her arms and pulled her in, shutting the door. "What are you doing here?"

She could hear a package open. "You need your shot."

She nodded, blushing. He pulled her close to him before turning her around and bending her over her desk. She bit her lip, feeling entirely promiscuous yet submissive. He unzipped her skirt, pulling it down just far enough passed her thighs. He put his leg between hers and gently ran his finger over her skin. She wanted to gasp from the contact, but she swallowed it. She jumped feeling the prick and the feeling of the fluid under her skin. He kissed the back of her head, removing the needle. He gently wiped the excess blood and placed a bandaid on before throwing the needle away.

His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back to her normal position. She could feel his breath against her hair, so she knew she was facing him. "I–"

"How's work?"

She sighed. She wanted to talk to someone about her shitty boss. "My boss is an asshole."

"What did he do?"

"He's just infuriating. It's fine, just a rough day. What about you?"

If he would tell the truth, she would hardly be able to handle it. Instead, he could tell half of his truth. "I handled a few situations that needed to be dealt with."

"Well, that's good."

"I brought you lunch. Chinese— Sweet and sour chicken, your–"

"My favorite," she smiled. "What about you? Have you had something to eat?"

"I have a very...specific diet," he responded with a small smile. He watched her go around her desk, sitting down. He handed her the Chinese box and she happily began eating.

"Do you have allergies or something?"

"Yeah, something like that."

❥

"Alpha, you must find a mate and have an heir. A pack is weak until it has a Luna."

Grey couldn't stand his routine conversations with the pack high council. His pack was far superior to any other pack on the continent, yet even he knew that his superiority hung on his ability to lead without a mate. He had a mate, and for a second, he smiled to himself. But she was human and blind and presented many concerns for him.

"Enough."

"But Alpha, it is pivotal. We have selected many mateless females who are willing to produce an heir and mate with you."

"If I chose another, I relinquish my right to my mate. Not only that, if I did mate with someone who is not my beloved, that person also loses their mate, causing pain that no one should ever have to live through."

The council was silenced then, and he was able to redirect the conversation. He knew that at some point he would have to tell the truth, but when he did, he'd have to ensure Marisol's safety. Telling his pack meant telling the world, and the world would target his mate. Mates were both a weakness and a wolf's greatest strength.

As the meeting came to an end, Grey stood up and left the boardroom. He undid his tie as he made his way to his office. As soon as he sat down, after a day of stress, all he wanted to do was talk to Marisol.

Marisol rolled over in her bed, grabbing her phone. Hearing the caller ID, she smiled, answering immediately.

"Marisol."

"Grey." He didn't speak, which was unlike him. She sat up. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm just...stressed."

She bit her nail debating on what to say. "Well, I have a few days to eat and drink what I want still...would you like to come over? I can open a bottle of wine and order something to eat?"

He smiled, sensing another presence in his office. "I'll be over shortly." He hung up, not wanting whoever entered to hear her voice.

As he stood, he realized then that it was his mother. She smiled with a raised eyebrow. "Your father told me you left the hunt early this morning."

"Yes, I had something important to handle."

She hummed, crossing her arms, leaning against the wall. She watched as her son retied his tie and check his appearance in the mirror. She was his mother; she didn't know why he still thought he could lie to her. "What was so important that you skipped out on deer? You love venison."

"Nothing you should worry about, ma." He turned towards her, kissing her cheek. "I have to go."

"Where?"

He didn't respond. He simply grabbed his phone and opened his door, walking out of the packhouse.

Marisol opened her door with a bright smile. "Grey?"

"Marisol." She moved to the side, letting him in.

"I couldn't unscrew the cork, but the wine is in the kitchen on the island. Would you like some?"

Marisol followed Grey into the kitchen. He grabbed the bottle and easily popped the screw out, pouring two glasses of red.

"Do you have a movie you prefer?" She walked out with her glass into the living room.

"You can choose."

She hummed, grabbing her remote, playing various movie titles. She quickly scrolled over her most-watched movie, Breaking Dawn, but not before the TV loudly read the title. She moved passed it, hoping to find something else she enjoyed. She elected on Harry Potter. She made popcorn and then plopped down on the couch with a giant fluffy blanket. Grey sat beside her and she laughed.

"I don't bite," she promised. "I'm not a big bad wolf."

He couldn't help but grin at her. He moved closer. "Are all wolves bad?"

"No, of course not."

"Why don't you think so?"

She shrugged. She didn't know why she thought that she just did.

"What is this?"

"You've never seen Harry Potter?" She gawked at him, unbelievably.

"Is that strange?"

"Yes! It's only one of the best cinematic productions in the history of cinema."

"I find that hard to believe."

She laughed, eating some popcorn. "You, dear sir, are about to become a pothead."

After watching the first movie until the credits, Marisol ended up laying on Grey's lap with him gently stroking her hair. She sat up, starting the next movie. Suddenly, it occurred to her; she'd never seen the last Harry Potter movie visually. She was already blind by the time it came out. It made her sad because even now, she barely remembered what the characters looked like. In fact, all the people who were in her life before becoming blind were fading.

She turned toward Grey. She would never be able to see him or their child, and that was almost enough to make her rethink her decision. But then he grabbed her hand and said her name.

"Marisol?"

Suddenly, she couldn't imagine choosing anything else but him.

"May I touch you? Y-your face, I mean. People have described what you look like, but..."

"Yes."

Her hands reached out slowly, but he grabbed them. "What do you think I look like?"

"I think you're blonde."

"What?"

She smiled. "Kidding." She could tell by his breath that he was relieved. "I think...I think you have dark hair and brown eyes with a chilled jaw. I think you...I think you're probably very handsome."

His heart filled with pride and he let go of her hands, allowing her to run her fingers over his features. He could see a small smile grace her lips and it made him happy to see her smile. Her fingers ran down his neck, and over his shoulders, and then down his covered chest.

She felt him move away from her, but she didn't understand why. For a moment she thought she offended him somehow. But then he sat back down and grabbed her hand again, placing it on his shoulders. She gasped, realizing he had taken off his shirt.

Biting her lip, she ran her hands down his sturdy chest. She could feel the curvature of his abs and a deep longing raptured her. She quickly removed her hands, after feeling a scar on his side.

"What happened?"

"A fight," was all he said.

"I have scars too," she whispered.

"Where? From what?"

She stood up, pulling down her shirt, revealing an indent on her back. Grey stood up, immediately running his finger over the scar.

"Marisol, where did this come from?"

She smiled, turning around. She shook her head. "My past."

At some point, she fell asleep on his lap, and as he looked out the window, he saw the sun coming up. He didn't sleep. He couldn't, not while an angel rested on him. He didn't move her, knowing very well if she woke up somewhere where she didn't fall asleep, it would confuse her and be dangerous. Instead, he tucked her in on the couch and found her phone. It didn't have a passcode, so he opened it and found Brad's number. He texted him to let him know that he was here but left early.

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QOTD: What is your favorite position?

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