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.

blanch white against the dark wood of the table. His jaw clenches so tight, a muscle twitches beneath his skin. A vein in his

comes out low, controlled—the kind of control that

his grip. A whimper escapes through the gag, and I find myself missing my betrayer wolf friend.

in the woods." The man’s grip tightens on my arm, and I can already tell they’re leaving bruises. Though that’s the least of my problems right now. "I thought you

at the challenge, and he bows his head in a show of

I should have informed you of her presence

with such deference... So this psychopath really is

family when she was young." Alpha’s voice softens with false sympathy. "We found her alone, traumatized. I couldn’t leave an innocent

if it wasn’t already forced wide open from the

no trouble. Until recently." Alpha’s eyes narrow. "When she

his scrutiny burns through me. "You took in a human child, Brax?" There’s a

be useful." Alpha spreads his hands. "What else could we

father, believing he cared about me, only for him to speak of me like I’m a stray dog he picked

now she runs." The king’s voice carries notes of steel.

When those proved

constricts. Inappropriate attachments? Now he’s making my relationship with Rafe sound dirty and twisted. I search the crowd for Rafe’s face, though my field

not ranked high enough to be sitting at the main table. Instead, he stands with Ellie, who looks positively

interesting." The king’s voice is so bland, I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Then again, he’s clearly insane. "That you’d risk harboring a

to be merciful when possible, High

King—turns to me, leaning down to yank the gag out of my mouth, his fingers scraping against my cheek as he does so. The rough

tongue feels like sandpaper, and I work my jaw to ease

gray eyes bore into

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