Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 30

Chapter 29: Grace: Did I Offend Him?

My stomach is gnawing itself to death.

I press a hand against it, willing it to calm down as I resume pacing the perimeter of my room. Seven steps along the wall. Turn. Five steps across. Turn. Seven steps back. Turn. Five steps to the door.

I crack it open for the fifth time in twenty minutes.

The Blue Mountain shifter stands at attention, back rigid as a plank. He doesn’t even twitch as I peer around the edge of the door. His eyes remain fixed forward, as if I’m nothing but a breeze passing through the hallway.

I close the door with a sigh and press my forehead against the cool wood. My stomach clenches painfully. The mountain of breakfast from earlier features in my regrets; I should have stuffed my face while I had the chance. Or at least taken some with me.

Another cramp twists my insides. Decision made.

I yank open the door, determination straightening my spine.

"Hey! I need—"

My words die as I nearly collide with a broad chest. Not the Blue Mountain guard. The Lycan King himself stands before me, his hand raised mid-knock, a tray balanced perfectly in his other palm. The scent of lasagna and garlic bread makes my mouth water in the most unbecoming way.

His eyebrow arches, storm-gray eyes assessing as they rove over me. I take an instinctive step back, which is apparently Lycan for come on in because that’s precisely what he does.

Rude.

Then again, he made it oh-so-clear I’m his prisoner, so can I really complain?

He kicks the door closed with his heel without looking, his gaze never leaving my face. "Are you comfortable?" he asks, setting the tray on my bed.

I eye him suspiciously. Personally delivering food and asking about my comfort? His behavior is on a rollercoaster again.

"I’m fantastic, thank you."

His jaw tightens. "You’re not."

"I just said I am, though?"

He grunts. "Your boyfriend will be instated as Alpha tonight."

I already know that, thanks to Andrew. "I’m sure he’s happy about it."

and he hasn’t moved from the side of my bed, effectively cutting

to dive for it, but I wring my hands together, digging my nails into my skin to keep my composure.

my linked hands. "How is

It’s the hunger killing me now, but it’s being gatekept by a Lycan with a questionable grasp on

time to flinch. My breath catches as his fingers capture a strand of

my hair, but the action sends

I’m struck again by the strangeness

brought to the Blue

of course it comes with a cost. I guess I won’t

remember any of what I said before,

away. Any sudden movement might upset him, and I’m not risking him taking away my food or something

strand. "Six," he repeats, as if testing

the details of what I told him,

he claimed you as

sides. "Until

eyes narrow, his fingers still absently toying with my

he plays twenty questions. "Could I maybe eat while you interrogate me? Since you

steps aside with a gesture toward

lasagna hits my tongue, and I have to stifle a moan. It’s perfect—rich tomato sauce, seasoned beef, and cheese that stretches in

Mountain Pack is no longer

stands uncomfortably close, looming over me as his eyes

Hunt. I guess he was trying to force me to shift. He thought I was his biological daughter and found out I wasn’t." I shrug. "Then he

’find out’?" His voice carries an edge that

after the Mate Hunt. When

circles to face me, blocking the light from the window. "Did he ever bring up shifting

"No."

"Not even at sixteen?"

Staring blankly at the lasagna, I recall, "He did throw me a pretty big sweet sixteen. He

"I see.

"He had to leave halfway through because something came up. I didn’t think much of it because Rafe was with me." Poking my lower lip with my fork,

room and Caine spins away from me, pacing

fork down, appetite vanishing under the weight of his agitation. He’s ruining all

Brax intend to mate you with

non sequitur throws me for a loop, and I blink.

his voice sharp as a blade. "He’s not your

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