"GRAYSON WHERE'S MARCEL?" Gabriel, sat next to him on a chair that had be in a near by corner. His arms rested on his knees, as he stared at him with a serious expression.
"If I knew I would tell you." He lied, his heart rate spiked just a split of a second at the question, but he had caught himself before Gabriel caught the slight action.
Grayson knew very well where Marcel was but he didn't want to tell Gabriel that, not in the slightest, just out of spite of him being drugged.
He sighed a heavy sigh, Grayson felt his warm breath graze his naked skin. "Look, he has Alison and from what her mother had informed me, she's your mate." Gabriel said, waiting for Grayson's reaction.
Alison was his mate? Was that why he felt those sparks and why he felt a strong connection to her? Marcel had once talked about wolves and their mates, he explained it to be a tragic thing. Like wolves were cursed with this weakness they call their mates.
