Grace walked back and forth at her house. Her maid flinched on the corner every time she made a sound. The thought of Rafael breaking off the engagement terrifies her. Her mother will surely be disappointed.
"I can't go back to that wretched place," she mumbled under her breath. Beads of sweat slid down her pale cheeks.
The door swung open and Morgan entered. His worried face frantically searched for his mate.
"Morgan!" Grace yelled and ran towards him. Morgan breathed a sigh of relief and waited for her.
"I need your help," she said, biting her fingernails. "You know wolves who would take a dirty job, right?" she asked. Grace was desperate. It was the only idea she thought of.
"What are you planning to do, Grace!?" Morgan asked, petrified. He put his hands on his shoulders and slowly
