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

it, but I wring my hands together, digging my nails into my skin to

eyes land on my linked hands. "How is your

as long as I’m not using it much, the pain is bearable. It’s the hunger killing me now, but it’s being gatekept

catches as his fingers capture a strand of my hair, letting it slide through them with unsettling

no nerve endings in my hair, but the action sends

my captor plays with my hair, and I’m struck again by the strangeness of this situation. Thankfully, Andrew’s coming tonight. Just a little longer and I’ll

were you first brought to the Blue Mountain

of course it comes with a cost. I guess I won’t be allowed to eat if I

remember any of what I said before, but it’s still annoying

movement might upset him, and I’m not risking him taking away my

"Six," he repeats, as if

might not remember the details of what I told him, but he should at least remember

he claimed you as

clench at my sides. "Until he

his fingers still absently toying with my hair. "Yes, explain

there, its cheese congealing while he plays twenty questions.

he releases my hair and steps aside with a gesture toward the bed.

the edge of the mattress. The first bite of lasagna hits my tongue, and I have to stifle a moan. It’s perfect—rich tomato sauce, seasoned

longer home,

me as

the forest during the Mate Hunt. I guess he was trying to force me to shift. He thought I was his biological daughter

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

you, after

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

"No."

"Not even at sixteen?"

"He did throw me a pretty big sweet sixteen. He would

"I see. How

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 see my memory with more clarity. "He was happy when I first saw him that morning, but he was

low growl rumbles through the room and Caine spins away from me, pacing the floor.

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

Brax intend to mate you with

loop, and I

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

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