Page 56 of My Grumpy Alpha

“I forgot about the moon.”

“I wish I could,” Eli says through clenched teeth.

“Just get me to my room as soon as possible.”

"Sir, right away, sir.” The door man completely ignores me for the next twenty second ride and helps keep Eli at his side as they pass my apartment and make their way toward the penthouse.

The fact that the doorman can even help him get there is strange, not to mention the fact that he clearly knows him better than I assumed. And what is this business about the full moon?

I open the door to my apartment and hear a scream emit from Eli that sounds so painful I want to go back. Instead, I quickly shut my door.

I feel like I’m going crazy.

And not to mention, is very handsy with employees, mainly me, but still that doesn’t matter.

Yet I still stand by my door and I still cringe when I hear more screams coming from his apartment. I try to bring myself to walk to the bedroom or bathroom. Instead, I find myself walking down the hall toward his door, typing in his code, looking heavenward like what the hell is wrong with me. I let myself in and see him on the couch shirtless, sweaty, writhing in pain.

When I walk toward him, he doesn’t even have the strength to lift a hand, his arm falls against the couch, and his body follows tumbling onto the floor.

I realize too late that he’s completely naked.

Just like I realize too late that he’s still awake enough to jolt to his feet, grab me by the back of the neck and inhale.

Chapter 21

Dream Ava

ELI

I'm hallucinating.

She’s here. Her body. Her scent. Her smile.

I sniff along her neck. I’ve never had a fever dream like this before, but it feels so damn good.

"Mmmmm.” My lips part against her pulse.

“You’d taste so good right here, don’t you think? Should I sample you? Should I fully mount you?”

I laugh at my own joke because it’s not like she’s really here. More pain vibrates through my body until it’s hard to keep my eyes open.

"We need to go to the hospital,” Ava says quietly, trying to get me to the door as I sway against her small human body.

"Predictable.” I stumble back and fall onto the couch.

“All humans are so predictable. As if a doctor could fix the moon.”

"Are you on drugs?” she asks.

I lift my right hand toward the ceiling and stretch it over my head, if only I could cover the moon.

“Drugs, those sound really nice, but they don’t work on my kind.”

"The grumpy kind?” She guesses.

"No, the werewolf kind, remember? Mounting. Claiming. Full moon. Youdidsee my canines, fucking huge, not the only thing that’s huge.” I burst out laughing from sheer exhaustion, from the enormous waves of pain.

“But you saw that, felt that. I was a virgin before you, but I didn’t bite, don’t worry, I didn’t bite.”