Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 138

Chapter 137: Caine: Fraying

CAINE

The storm’s wandered off, calming the air. But not me.

My skin doesn’t fit. My muscles twitch with excess energy. I pace the narrow confines of Lyre’s camper like something caged, each circuit bringing me closer to Grace, then forcing myself away.

Fenris is still outside. The blessing of the Lycan King—to have my wolf as a distinct entity. Right now, it feels like a curse. Double the chaos, double the pressure building with nowhere to go.

You need to settle, Fenris growls through our bond. The pups can sense your distress. You’re leaking it out.

I ignore him. Grace had pushed me away earlier, hands firm against my chest, eyes wild with panic. Smart girl. I understand why—the logical part of my brain even agrees with her caution—but the primal core of me seethes with rejection.

Her scent fills the confined space. Blueberry muffins, warm and sweet. It used to calm me. Now it agitates, hooks into something dark and hungry, demanding satisfaction.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Grace asks from behind me, her voice soft.

I close my eyes. "Fine."

But I’m not. And she knows it.

Grace leans over the dinette table, gazing out the window where the children are playing under Fenris’s watchful eye. The now-bright skies highlight her face, the cascade of her artificially golden hair. She is soft, human, and thankfully oblivious to the war raging inside me.

Something’s wrong

, Fenris says, agitation rushing his words. I feel out of control.

Me, too. Keep the kids outside, I snap. If they come in here... I don’t want to scare them again.

He huffs. Then, Don’t touch her.

"I know," I hiss. The words are anathema on my tongue, against every desire crashing through my body.

can’t walk

Can’t stay.

to lose it too, Fenris warns. The young ones don’t need to see

through my mouth, trying to center myself. But her scent permeates everything,

Need, not peace.

dig my fingers into my palms,

turns to

I snap.

but it doesn’t matter, because her soft, perfect little body is finally flush against mine. Her breath hitches, her

the second our

Blessed stillness.

woman would bruise. But Grace just exhales against my mouth, her body

my hair. Her lips open under mine. She kisses me back, just as desperate, just as fucking

pin her, mark her, bury myself in

no longer

tremble under my palms. She tries to

moves over hers again, teeth grazing soft skin. My hands slip under her shirt, her bra, my fingers flicking over her nipple.

gasp. "Caine! What the hell is

the sound sharp with alarm. The kids shout

heaving. The world freezes around

an ass. I didn’t mean to,

reaction. "I

off. She did the same thing

had been uncontrollable, unstoppable. I’ve only felt that

one disorienting moment, another face overlays Grace’s. Another beautiful blonde, with cold eyes

asks, her anger softening to

stabs, sharp and sudden, in my skull. I clutch my

scaring her,

kids," I snarl

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