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."

of

but I wring my hands together, digging my nails into my

linked hands. "How is your

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

quickly I don’t have time to flinch. My breath catches as his fingers capture a strand of my hair, letting it slide through

are no nerve endings in my hair, but the action sends shivers down my

I’m struck again by the strangeness of this situation. Thankfully, Andrew’s coming tonight. Just

were you first brought to the Blue

dying to devour—but of course it comes with a cost. I guess

said before, but it’s still annoying to

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

their exploration, twining around the strand. "Six," he repeats, as if testing the

told him, but he should at least

he claimed you as

at my sides. "Until he

eyes narrow, his fingers still absently toying with my

fractures. The lasagna is right there, its cheese congealing while he plays twenty questions. "Could I maybe eat while you interrogate me? Since

he releases my hair and steps aside with a gesture

a sleeping predator, and perch on the edge of the mattress. The first bite of lasagna hits my tongue, and I have to stifle a

Pack is no longer home, but the chef is

close, looming over me as his eyes follow my

I woke up practically naked in the forest during the Mate Hunt. I guess he was trying to force

did he ’find out’?" His voice carries an edge that makes me pause

together. "I told you, after

from the window. "Did he ever bring

"No."

"Not even at sixteen?"

at the lasagna, I recall, "He did throw me a pretty big sweet sixteen. He would always get me a cake for my

see. How

clear, because the day was so special to me. "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, I squint in the air, as if it’ll help me

growl rumbles through the room and Caine spins away from me, pacing the floor. Five steps. Turn. Five

my fork down, appetite vanishing under the weight of his agitation.

intend to

a loop, and I blink. "No,

whirls toward me, his voice sharp as a blade. "He’s not your alpha

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