Surrendering to Destiny (Allison Franklin) novel Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Catherine took Graham’s hand and led him to their bedroom. She let go of his hand in the bathroom doorway.

Catherine got to work prepping a bath for him. She figured out early on that if he’s had a rough day training or is feeling drained, he liked to soak practically as soon as he got home. Whatever happened in those bath, he would always emerge refreshed and with far lighter shoulders. She turned the faucet on for the largest tub she’d ever seen. It was set against the wall, surrounded by stone. It was large enough for Graham to be able to lay back in it comfortably.

As she got the tub ready, Graham remained in the doorway. His hands rested in his pockets and his eyes were glazed over, staring at something in the distance. She added salt and a few calming herbs. Even as she stripped her clothes, Graham remained stoic, looking but not seeing. She sighed and pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts. Even still she got no reaction from him. She took his hand and led him to the tub. After checking the temperature she pushed him toward the tub and he mechanically got in it. As he settled in and laid his head back on the towel she’d rolled up on the tub’s edge, he let out a long breath.

Catherine nudged his legs so she could step in and sit on the opposite side of the tub. She pulled his foot up into her lap and started massaging it. She focused on the balls of his foot and his toes before working down the sole and into his heel. When she was done with his left foot, she moved onto his right. As she worked on the taut muscles of his clves, she looked up and noticed his eyes were closed.

Smiling to herself slightly she crouched forward and slid over him until she was sitting in his lap. She felt the hardness of his cock at her middle and hummed. She ran her fingertips through his hair and his eyes opened. He sighed in contentment.

“Why’d you stop rubbing me?” he asked, his eyelids heavy.

“Oh, so you did notice?” she joked.

A small crack of a smile graced his lips. “It was helping me think.”

“What were you thinking?”

His fingers started massaging her thighs and she held back a moan of pleasure. “I believe we’ve heard enough about what I think. You got handed a lot of new information today. What have you been thinking?”

Catherine let out a puff of air to which his smile grew. “I’ve been thinking that my life just keeps getting more and more complicated.” Graham hummed in understanding. “I’ve been thinking that it would be nice to get some answers.” His eyes rose up to meet hers. She let out a sigh. “I’m thinking I want to learn how to shift easier, to learn more about myself in order to be a better person… a better mate to you.”

“You don’t have to be a luna to be the perfect mate for me, Baby,” he said with conviction. “You’re already perfect to me. No one has ever taken care of me like you do. No one has ever loved me like you do. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Why do you keep saying that like it’s predestined?”

“Fuck destiny,” he hissed, his brow dropping and his anger returning.”

Catherine massaged the muscles in his shoulders until the line between h eyes smoothed. “You believe in our mate bond, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Mate bonds are fate, destiny, aren’t they?”

His eyes hardened. “There is still a choice in bonding. You can choose to accept or reject it. Fate may put someone in front of you, it tells you that this person is meant for you, but you get to choose. What your father is doing is taking that choice from us. What he talks of is not destiny but his own control.”

Catherine nodded. “I want to know more about myself, Graham,” she said, more firm now. “Maybe we can take back some of that control. He needs me, he’s said so himself. Clearly he doesn’t believe in Stuart to lead but he believes in us. He wants you to think he has all the power but

he doesn’t… I do.”

Graham tried to control the grin threatening to split his cheeks. He hid it by leaning forward to kiss her collarbone. “That’s certainly true. You have all the power over me too.”

She giggled as his beard tickled her breasts. “I can’t sit here around the house all day with nothing to do. I’ve cleaned the microwave fifteen times already.” Graham laughed and shook his head. “Rebecca mentioned feeding a head chef at the packhouse.”

Graham stiffened and sat back to give her an appraising look. “I don’t want you at the packhouse.”

“Why? Old girlfriends you don’t want me to meet?”

His cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink. “Maybe one or two. But that’s not what bothers me. They don’t hold a candle to you.” Catherine

flushed with pleasure and wiggled a bit on his lap. She felt his erection puse against her back. He traced his finger down her throat. “What

worries me is the men.”

“Don’t think I can beat back unwanted attention?”

He smiled. “I’m sure you could, Baby. Doesn’t mean I trust them not to fight dirty. Everyone who hangs around a packhouse is looking to

further their position or solidify it. Taking a run at the alpha’s long lost daughter is a good way to achieve that.”

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