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?"

demand explanations from me? Tell me,

do not mean to demand anything—I only ask for clarification." His words are polite, but his words

ripple through the crowd as the tension rackets up. And who turned the thermostat up

have been dating for years." Rafe’s voice cuts through the crowd as he strides forward, chin lifted high, every bit the entitled future alpha

hiss carries even over the murmuring crowd. Perfectly manicured nails

her off, never once glancing back—his eyes

dare humiliate me like this." Ellie’s whisper carries the edge of a growl. "Not in front of everyone. Not for

sides, and I can’t tear my eyes from the way the shadows seem to follow his movements,

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

away from me to focus on the alpha of alphas and king of

a hand in my general direction. "She’s part of our pack, High Alpha.

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

and I wish these damn ropes were no longer holding me here. If I had the chance, I would run—as far and as fast as I

and the king is

why, but I understand this: There’s no way I’m going to be unscathed in the crossfire of

lip curls as he regards

worry his head might detach. "Yes, High Alpha. Ended when he found his true mate." He gestures to Ellie, who smiles tightly, her fingers still digging into Rafe’s

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