Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Caine: A Night of Unrest

CAINE

I stare at the bathroom door, bemused by how quickly Grace shoved me out, like we’re teenagers caught in a compromising situation. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

My tongue slides over my teeth as I adjust myself again, my body still raging with need. Especially after that brief moment where it seemed like she was about to—

A movement to my left catches my attention. Andrew. Coming out of the other bathroom with perfect fucking timing. Our eyes meet, and I catch the flicker in his expression before he manages to mask it. But there’s no hiding his scent: discontent.

He inclines his head at me before lying back down on the dinette-converted sleeping area.

He woke up at a convenient fucking time, didn’t he?

He’ll be gone tomorrow. Back to his master’s side where he belongs, Fenris reminds me, but the knowledge does nothing for irritation flickering through me.

I’d been so close to extending the intimacy with Grace...

It’s not just about tomorrow, I snap at my wolf.

The way she looks at him sometimes, like she trusts him even as she pretends not to, crawls under my skin. Granted, he seems loyal enough to the girl, and I have yet to find him attempting to contact his new Alpha, but I’m not stupid enough to trust a Blue Mountain cur.

He has clear feelings for Grace, even if he’s not acting on them. It isn’t good to keep him around, muddling the picture.

The quicker we can leave Blue Mountain again, the better for Grace. If it wasn’t for this damn energy transfer issue, I wouldn’t have allowed her to come back.

She doesn’t like her pack. You know this. Fenris’s voice in my mind is calm and reasonable, but it only serves to annoy me further. Control your temper before you scare her again.

My jaw tightens.

Besides, you should be more worried about how she’ll feel about you crushing the Alpha’s hand when she disappeared.

I bite back a growl. Sometimes my wolf is too damn helpful. We’ll make sure she doesn’t find out.

I’d like to think she wouldn’t mind, but she’d been devastated after killing Brax. The Alpha who’d treated her so poorly, and yet still became a wedge between me and my mate. Instead of considering me a savior, she’d seen me as a monster.

Grace is too soft-hearted, emotionally weak thanks to her human soul. My biggest mistake was letting her see the dark, gritty reality of pack life before she’d accepted our bond.

Fenris is silent in my head.

Then he suddenly drawls, Yeah, THAT’S where you went wrong.

I clear my throat as I settle onto the couch, already knowing this will be a night of restless, frustrated sleep.

Among other things, I admit grumpily, further irritated when Fenris snorts.

Across the living room, Jer suddenly flops on the bed. His new position causes him to snore.

I stare at the ceiling as lightning flashes, focusing on the sound of the rain against the roof and not the images of Grace’s sensual curves and the sound of her whimpers.

My already-aching cock refuses to settle, and I grind my teeth together, trying again to focus on the rain. On the annoying bastards I’ll have to see again once we officially return to Blue Mountain territory in the morning.

But instead I just keep hearing the way her breath hitched, my fingers twitching as they remember her heat, and all the things I wish I could have done to her if we weren’t so constrained by this damnable issue of ours.

She looks the same as yesterday, my wolf observes calmly. It’s only been a few days, and you’re acting as if she’s lost fifty pounds.

And yours.

Because you won’t stop staring at her. Aren’t you usually calmer after...?

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