<b>Chapter </b><b>90 </b>


    Aria’s POV


    <b>59</b><b>% </b>


    That evening, Delh and I had dinner before heading our separate ways.


    I heard she still lived in the apartment she bought with Jace for their wedding. It was hard to imagine how that must make her feel now.


    And I could sense she wanted toe back to Grayson’s mansion with me, but didn’t dare because she was afraid that her brother hadn’t forgiven her yet.


    I did intend to help patch things up between them. But I also nned to do it slowly. Because I also needed her help dealing with I.


    Hope this little cooperation between me and her will work.


    When I got back to the mansion, Grayson was already home.


    I found him sitting alone in the study, rubbing his temples.


    “Hey, everything okay? You look exhausted.”


    I walked over and he automatically opened his arms, letting me settle onto hisp while he wrapped his arms around my waist.


    “Just seeing you makes me feel better.” He buried his face in my neck, taking a deep breath. This was his unique way of rxing. “Tell me. How was your day? You met the Lunas already?”


    “It started off kind of tense, but ended well.”


    I paused, hesitating, and then still decided to tell him about I anyway.


    “Actually, you know what? Your dear I did something totally uncool today.”


    “She’s not MY I,” he frowned. “What did she do?”


    “She somehow found out about that I was throwing a party for the Lunas and held her ownpeting event in the same building. And at the


    exact same time!”


    I watched his expression darken further.


    “Maybe it was just coincidence,” he said.


    “How could it be a coincidence? She went around telling everyone how special your connection is. And she made everyone think she’s still thedy of the house. Those Lunas wouldn’t even look at me at first–they all became I’s minions.”


    He sighed, looking exasperated. “You really have a prejudice against her. I wonder where thates from?”


    I was furious. Prejudice? Were men really this blind? Couldn’t he see I was deliberately targeting me?


    “I told you she sabotaged my party just to undermine me, and you still think it’s prejudice? Even Delh agreed at the end of the day that-”


    “Wait.” He cut me off, expression turning serious. “Delh was there today?”


    “Yeah. Honestly, if not for her, I would’ve been totally humiliated by I.”


    “I explicitly forbade her from contacting you,” he snapped. “Have you forgotten what she did? She’s dangerous, Aria. You’d still be well and


    <b>59</b><b>% </b>


    healthy if it weren’t for her. Seriously, I don’t want you anywhere near her ever again.”


    “She was just under Jace’s influence! The real danger here is i. If you want to ban anyone from seeing me, it should be your precious ex- wife.” I said angrily.


    “Enough. We’re not arguing about this,” he warned.


    “Fine by me.”


    I struggled to get off hisp and storm out.


    But he tightened his arms, holding me firmly in ce.


    “Stay.” He demanded.


    His voice was rough and dark. I could smell the turbulent emotions in his scent. He wasn’t in a good state.


    I stopped resisting. “What happened? Did you have a day?”


    “Everything else was manageable. It’s just…” He paused, voice grim. “The White River Pack Alpha still hasn’t confirmed if he’ll attend tomorrow.”


    For a moment, I wanted to make a sharpment like “I thought your dear I guaranteed he’de.”


    But in the end I swallowed the words.


    He looked exhausted enough without me adding to it.


    “You’re worried about me?” I asked softly.


    He took a deep breath, then cradled my face like I was something precious and fragile. “Of course I am. Every second is fucking torture for me now. I know you’re getting worse and there’s nothing I can do about it…”


    “Hey, I’m fine right now. Look, still breathing and everything.”


    But his expression remained stormy. “If he’s determined to ignore my invitation, he’s determined to make an enemy of me. I’ll fucking start a war. A war that my father never finished. Maybe violence is the onlynguage those arrogant bastards understand.”


    A chill was sent down my spine.


    God, a war?


    And it would essentially be because of me. That was terrifying!


    “You’re not serious.” I straightened, frowning.


    He gave a dark chuckle. The dangerous edge in his scent intensified. I could feel his wolf’s agitation, like <b>it </b>was losing control, craving blood


    and violence…


    Clearly, he meant every word right now.


    <b>“</b><b>No</b>, Grayson, listen to me!” I grabbed his shoulders<b>, </b>staring at him intently. “Your father made a huge mistake invading White River <b>Pack </b>years ago. You’ve said so yourself! So don’t repeat his mistakes. Don’t let your emotions control you. Nothing good wille of this.”


    His breathing was rough and uneven. “But if he refuses to help you-”


    <b>12:40 </b><b>Sun</b><b>, </b><b>10 </b><b>Aug </b>→


    <b>“</b>Then we find another way. There has to be another way.” I said firmly.


    No way would I be the cause of a war


    Otherwise I’d never sleep peacefully ever again.


    He exhaled heavily and pulled me close again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, releasing my scent to calm him down.


    “Let’s just see what happens at tomorrow’s summit,” he muttered.


    I nodded silently.


    A sense of foreboding was rising in my chest.


    I had this feeling–tomorrow’s medical summit wouldn’t go smoothly as we wanted it to be.


    AD


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