Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 155

It was as if she had heard his voice and she frowned suddenly. Her forehead broke out in a cold sweat and immediately, she started to shake her head left and right as if avoiding something.

Jason frowned and just as he wanted to call for a doctor, Grace who was still in deep slumber abruptly opened her eyes as she sat upright, shouting, "Noooo..."

"Sister, what's wrong?" Jason asked.

In the next moment, Grace hugged Jason's waist tightly as if she were drowning. "Jay, that's great... it's you... it's you... I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was in jail and those people would not let me go. I begged them, I... but they continued to hit me..."

Even in her dream, the pain was still so acute. Now that she was awake, she could still feel her abdomen hurting.

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence and her entire body froze.

She had just realized that this was Jason not "Jay"!

The man she was hugging now is Jason and the pain she suffered in jail was instigated... by him!

Grace released her arms stiffly and her body subconsciously shrank back.

And yet, in the next moment, his arm had already looped around her waist and he pulled her straight into his embrace. "Sister, are you afraid of me?"

As he hugged her, he could feel her body shivering slightly like a fragile, small creature reacting when faced with a predator at the top of the food chain.

Which wasn’t a stretch, he supposed.

He was a wolf. She was human.

She bit her lip and struggled to suppress the fear within her. "Yes, I'm afraid," She then continued frankly, "I've been taught too many lessons in prison. Fear was beaten into me..."