Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 15

Chapter 14: Grace: Sent Back

By evening, I’m still alive—but now I don’t want to be.

The man’s an absolute psychopath.

Psycho. Path.

Since when does "go straight to the source" mean waltz into the middle of the grand event welcoming the fucking Lycan King?

And, even if that is what it meant—which it isn’t—what madman throws a bound and gagged woman to the floor in the middle of the room?

Him. That’s who.

My skin burns with everyone’s eyes on me, and I know my face is redder than a tomato. Everyone can see the state I’m in, and there isn’t a single friendly gaze in the bunch.

The meticulously decorated event hall is gorgeous, filled with random, expensive-looking floral arrangements. Everyone in the pack is here, from Alpha and Beta down to the lowliest omega; the main lodge is the only building on pack lands large enough to handle a crowd this size.

There’s a long table at the front of the room to seat the guest of honor and his party on one side, and Alpha and other high-ranking wolves of the Blue Mountain Pack on the other; it’s a standard seating arrangement.

Several Lycans already sit there, leaning forward with interest, but the Lycan King’s seat—next to Alpha—is empty.

And Alpha...

My heart sinks at the look on his face.

clenches so tight, a muscle twitches beneath his skin. A vein in his forehead pulses

this?" His voice comes out low,

swaying against his grip. A whimper escapes through the gag, and

tell they’re leaving bruises. Though that’s the least of my problems right now. "I thought you might want to explain why a human smells so much like your pack,

from Alpha’s face at the challenge, and he bows his head in a show of submission I’ve never seen from

I should have informed you of her presence

to treat him with such deference... So this psychopath really is the

was young." Alpha’s voice softens with

would drop if it wasn’t already forced wide open from the gag in my mouth. Lies spill from

causing no trouble. Until recently." Alpha’s eyes narrow. "When she began interfering with

loosens, but the relief is short-lived as his scrutiny burns through me. "You took in a human child, Brax?" There’s a warning underlying

his hands. "What else could we do? The human systems would have failed her. We raised her as well as we could, taking responsibility for the rogues in our

rises in my throat. All those years calling him my adoptive father, believing he cared about me, only for him to speak of me like I’m a stray dog he picked up off the

runs." The king’s voice carries notes

developed... inappropriate attachments. When those proved impossible, she fled rather

my relationship with Rafe sound dirty and twisted. I search the crowd for Rafe’s face, though my field of vision is

stands with Ellie, who looks positively gleeful over my predicament. His expression is

so bland, I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Then again, he’s clearly insane. "That you’d risk

strived to be

cheek as

feels like sandpaper, and I

eyes bore into mine.

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