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.

walk away. Can’t leave

Can’t stay.

together, I’m going to lose it too, Fenris warns. The young ones don’t need to

scent permeates everything, amplifying with each heartbeat. It fills my lungs, curls

Need, not peace.

into my palms,

musical. She turns to me, eyes

I snap.

I pull her in—too fast, too hard, but it doesn’t matter, because her soft, perfect little

Hungry. A mistake. But the second our lips touch, everything inside

Blessed stillness.

enough that a normal woman would bruise. But Grace just exhales

find my hair. Her lips open under mine. She kisses me back, just as desperate, just as fucking gone under this damn temptation of

her mouth. I need her. Need all of her. To pin her, mark her, bury myself in her until the storm

then she hesitates, her lips no longer as pliable and soft, her body

She tries to speak,

slip under her shirt, her bra, my fingers flicking over her

a gasp. "Caine! What

with alarm. The kids shout

freezes around me.

hands shaking. I’m an ass.

a little at my reaction. "I mean, you don’t have to act like

She did the same thing just moments

out, struggling to understand what just happened. The drive to claim her had been uncontrollable,

head violently, trying to dislodge the thought. For one disorienting moment, another face overlays

okay?" Grace asks, her anger softening

sharp and sudden, in my skull. I clutch my head, a growl escaping through clenched

her, Fenris

kids,"

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