Greyson - Part 1: An Alpha Billionaire Shifter Romance (The Silver Moon Pack) Read Free

Sorenson.” She let out a weary sigh, her adrenaline rush starting to wear off so she felt every bump, ache, and bruise.
    “Let me get some bandages, and then you can start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened. Okay?” His gold eyes locked on hers even as her mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this mess—and coming up empty.
    She swore she hadn’t meant to kill that bear, but it was like her past was following her, and her… curse …just wouldn’t go away. Not that she could let anyone know about her problem. They’d lock her up for murder—or stick her in some sort of lab to try to figure out a way to harness her power for evil. Because that was exactly what her curse was— evil .
    She hated lying, but Greyson wanted answers, and telling him the truth about what she was capable of and what happened with that bear would only result in her ending up dead. He might have his own freak going on, but if he found out she could kill with a single touch, there was a good chance he’d shorten her life expectancy for her.
    Panic had her thinking of making a run for it, although the thought was quickly quashed, since she knew Greyson was right. There was no doubt in her mind that he could find her, especially if he was some sort of shifter—whatever the hell that meant. Yet, before she could give it anymore thought, Greyson was back with a first-aid kit, forcing her to put any plans of escaping on the back burner.
    Even in her current state of mind, having Greyson so close made it impossible for her to ignore the little fact that he was a damn fine specimen of a man—shifter or not. Not that she was interested in men after all she’d been through. And it didn’t matter that Greyson was beyond tall and muscular, or that he had amazing gold eyes and chiseled features. Nor did it matter that he was downright gorgeous, tattooed, and no one had ever had this sort of effect on her.
    None of it mattered because she was cursed, and her life was fucked.
    “Here…press hard.” He took a clean kitchen towel from a nearby drawer, and pressed it to her arm, her hand covering his for a moment, as she took over. And then he was lifting her up onto his kitchen counter and sitting her down on the edge, making her feel like she was five years old with her legs dangling over the edge, especially when he’d lifted her like she weighed nothing. “Close your eyes.”
    “Why?” She couldn’t help but glare at him, wondering what the hell he was up to as her obstinance kicked in and pushed away her panic.
    “You’re a damn stubborn woman. You know that, right?” When she perked her eyebrows up at him in defiance, he grabbed her arm in his iron grip, and with his gold eyes locked on hers, he ran his thick, hot tongue along her wound as she freaked—the hell—out .
    “What the fuck?” She tried to yank her arm free, but it may as well be wedged in a vise, because there was no way she was shaking herself free of him. And yet, some of the sting and throbbing seemed to have subsided. “That was disgusting.”
    He loosened his grip and covered it in a bandage, while giving her a cocky and all too knowing look. “Did it help?”
    “Yes.” She wasn’t going to lie about it, even if he was obnoxious.
    “It’ll also help it heal a hell of a lot faster. Now, tell me what happened—and I want you to start from the very beginning, with why the hell you even moved all the way out here to the middle of nowhere.” Greyson leaned against the counter across from her, stretching his long legs out in front of him, still wearing nothing but his jeans. Hell—he didn’t even have shoes on. And with his broad, tattooed shoulders, muscular chest, and rock-hard abs, it was all she could do to concentrate. “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
    “Well, for fuck’s sake. Put on some clothes then if you don’t want me looking. It’s kind of hard not to, when there’s so much surface area.” She forced herself to