Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Grayson

I felt close to hysterical.

I didn't know whether to be screaming in fury or crying in anguish.

Ares was carrying me bridal style across the den, making his way to the staircase. I was studying him under my lowered brows.

Glancing down at me, he arched an eyebrow. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm trying to figure you out."

His eyes flashed down to me again. "What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to figure out why you always act like your panties are in a twist."

Ares stumbles on the next step and there is a burst of laughter behind us. A scowl forms on his face, but hidden in his eyes is a spark of amusement. "Is that all you're trying to figure out?"

I shake my head. "No. I'm trying to figure out why you are the one carrying me." The others had gone somewhere else in the house, leaving just the two of us.

His ghost-blue eyes darken. "Who did you want to carry you?"

I shake my head again. "It isn't that." I wrap my arms around my middle for extra protection. "You just don't seem to like me very much is all."

Ares tightens his arms around me. "I-" He swallows nervously. "I'm sorry I made it seem like that."

We clear the stairs and pass a few doors which I assume are bedrooms by the concentrated scents. In the hallway there are three doors on either side, the first two doors we passed I noted as Ryker and Jagger's bedrooms.

"Was there anything else you were trying to figure out?" Ares asks quietly, like he is afraid of the answer.

We stop at one of the middle doors and Ares gently lowers me to the ground.

"Yeah. For the life of me, I can't figure out why the fuck I am still here. I thought you would have kicked me out and rejected me the second the mate bond snapped into place." I say without looking at him.

I am hyperaware of the undivided attention Ares was giving me. His eyes glared holes into my head as the words sunk in.

I didn't give him a chance to confirm my thoughts as I pushed the door open and step through.

I enter the grandest bathroom I have ever seen. There were two closed-off toilets and two sinks on a long stone counter. On the other side of the room, there was a large shower, with one of those fancy-ass rain showerheads and what looked like more showerheads on the walls leading down to the floor.

My steps were a little shaky and uneven as I walked forward, but my head was clear.

"Holy hot damn." I said and turned in a circle when I reached the middle of the entryway. Ares was still staring at me and I dutifully ignored him. Instead, I go to the shower and peer at the dark gray stone that made up the floor, ceiling, and walls. "What is this? Volcanic rock?" I teased.

It was the same stone that made up the ridiculous counter.

"And how many products do you guys have if you need this much counter space?" I ask without expecting an answer. A rack of dark towels catches my attention. I ran my hand over one. "Has this ever been used? How do you keep it so fluffy?"

When I turn back to look at Ares, his head is tilted down toward the floor. He gestures to a passageway by the shower without looking up. "That's where the bath is. It was just filled a little bit ago. We have a special heating system so it's still hot."

I don't look toward the passageway. Ares idles by the door for a second longer. "If you need any assistance at all, I will be waiting right outside in the hall. Don't hesitate to call out."