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."

the side of my

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

linked hands.

the pain is bearable. It’s the hunger killing me now, but it’s being gatekept

My breath catches as his fingers capture a strand of my hair, letting it

my hair, but the action sends

while 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 be free. For

were you first brought to the Blue

of course it comes with

probably doesn’t remember any of what I said before, but

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

fingers continue their exploration, twining around the strand. "Six," he repeats, as

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

claimed you as his

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

rise, but he releases my hair and steps

of lasagna hits my tongue, and I have to stifle a

is no longer home, but

uncomfortably close, looming over me as

to eat slowly despite my hunger. "Not much to tell. I must have been drugged, because I woke up practically naked in the forest during the Mate Hunt. I guess he was trying to force me to shift. He thought I

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

draw together. "I told you, after the Mate Hunt. When

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

"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 birthday, but it

frowns. "I see. How was

didn’t think much of it because Rafe was with me." Poking my lower lip with my fork, I squint in the air, as

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

set my fork down, appetite vanishing under the weight of his

intend to mate you

loop, and I blink. "No, Alpha had nothing to do

whirls toward me, his voice sharp as a blade. "He’s

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