Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 17

Chapter 16: Grace: What’s His

Mine.

The world buzzes in my ears, and time seems to slow.

Alpha’s standing now, veins protruding from his neck as he shouts at the Lycan King. Ellie’s yanking on Rafe’s arm, but he isn’t looking at her. He’s looking at me, his blue eyes dark and angry, as if I’ve somehow done something wrong.

My wrists and legs hurt where the rope still bites into my skin; there’s no doubt I’m the king’s captive, not anything he considers precious. And yet there’s my brain, lost and stuttering over his words.

Let me see who dares touch what’s mine.

Me? His?

My eyes return to the Lycan King, the source of this mess. His back is to me as he confronts my pack.

Muscles ripple beneath his shirt, each movement deliberate and controlled. The black ink of his tattoos shifts across his skin; at first, I thought of them as serpentine and slithery, but right now I can see they’re more like soft ropes of shadow caressing his skin. The patterns almost dance, mesmerizing in their fluid grace.

A bead of sweat rolls down Alpha’s temple as sound slowly comes back into focus, no longer buzzing in my ears. "High Alpha! What claim could you possibly have on this human?"

his head tilting ever so slightly. "You dare demand explanations from me? Tell me, Brax, what gives you the right to question your

in submission. "High Alpha, I do not mean to demand anything—I only ask for clarification." His words are polite, but his words come through

And who turned the thermostat up to ninety? It’s so hot, it feels like

every bit

stop!" Ellie’s hiss carries even over the murmuring crowd. Perfectly manicured nails dig into his forearm. "You’re making

off, never once glancing back—his

the edge of a growl.

Lycan King’s skin darkens, like storm clouds gathering before lightning strikes. His fingers flex at his sides, and I can’t tear my eyes from the way the shadows seem to follow his movements, as if the tattoos themselves share

claim what’s mine?" The king asks, his words more growled

on the alpha of alphas and king of wolves, finally seeming to understand he’s

pack, High Alpha. Unmated and unclaimed. If any claim was made, it would have been

Brax’s voice carries an edge of desperation beneath his usual authority. "Your words suggest you’ve laid claim without cause. As if

fingers pressed moments ago, and I wish these damn ropes were no longer holding me here. If I had the chance,

here, and the king is about to

I understand this: There’s no way I’m going to be unscathed in

with this..." The Lycan King’s lip curls as he regards Rafe.

found his true mate." He gestures to Ellie, who smiles tightly, her fingers still digging into Rafe’s arm, like

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