Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 227

"T-there you are," Grace said dryly while leaning sideways to let Jason into the room.

"Sis, you must've waited a long time." Jason laughed and walked over to the desk. He saw copies of the case file which Grace had left opened on the desk.

As he drew closer, Grace felt a physical pull toward him. She’d felt it a few times in his presence, but she’d always been drawn to him.

This time was different.

It wasn’t so much attraction as a physical compulsion.

She tried to understand why.

“Tell me what you’re doing?” Jay said.

Grace’s mouth opened as the answer wanted to pour free. She bit her lip to staunch the flow of the words.

She frowned.

Was he compelling her?

But that only worked on wolves, when an Alpha exerted his powers.

She was not a wolf.

She wasn’t part of his pack.

She couldn’t feel more disconnected from these filthy rich werewolves.

The divide in their circumstances transcended ‘species’ and yet…

Eva? Are you there, girl?

Grace couldn’t believe. No, she wanted so badly to believe, but it had been so long.

She felt…something. A fluttering of awareness at the back of her mind.

And all the while, Jason watched her carefully.

“What is it, Grace?”

Again, the compulsion was there to tell him.

She swallowed hard. “It’s uh, nothing.”

“Hmm.”

She pieced it together.

His blood.