Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 156

“Jason. Noooo…” She struggled against him arduously and yet no matter how much she wrestled, it was useless.

But she couldn’t give in.

She’d already given this man too much. “Please, let me go.”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispered.

She remained silent while he leaned forward, his lips pressing against her jaw, neck, and finally, he paused at her pretty collarbone, sprinkling tiny kisses on it.

"Stay by my side. Didn't you say that on this earth, I care for you and you'll care for me too? I'm giving you the opportunity to do so now but why don't you want it?" he mumbled.

Grace felt as if her heart had been pierced.

"Yes, I did say that once but hearing those words now feels like such a huge mockery. Because you're not Jay. You’re not the homeless person I thought was a fellow sufferer. You’re the Alpha. The man capable of changing the weather in this city."

He paused and propped himself up slightly. He studied her and said, "I am. If you want me to, then I can be like the way I was then. I can act in a manner you like in front of you."

She smiled wryly. "Even if you acted that way, you're not Jay.” She looks sad. ”My Jay doesn't exist anymore. He was a hallucination from start to end."

He pursed his lips and then a frisson of anger began to take hold. "Are you so repulsed by ‘Jason’? But Sister, have you ever thought just because I am Jason, I'm the only one in this city who is capable of turning you into a person of note, giving you a chance to escape your current fate? If not, who would be willing to offend ‘Jason’ for your sake?"