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.

I can’t walk

Can’t stay.

going to lose it too,

trying to center myself. But her scent permeates everything, amplifying

Need, not peace.

my palms,

and musical. She turns to me, eyes bright with delight. "Did you see

I snap.

her soft, perfect little body is finally flush against mine. Her breath hitches, her words lost as my mouth crashes into

But the second

Blessed stillness.

normal woman would bruise. But Grace just exhales against my mouth, her body stiff for half a

lips open under mine. She kisses me back, just as desperate, just as fucking gone under this damn

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

lips no longer as

my palms. She tries to

mouth moves over hers again, teeth grazing soft skin. My hands slip under her

back with a gasp.

the sound sharp with

The world freezes around me. The pressure is gone,

away, hands shaking. I’m an ass. I didn’t

my reaction. "I mean,

words trickle off. She did

what just happened. The drive to claim her had been uncontrollable, unstoppable. I’ve only felt that kind of all-consuming need once before in my life,

the thought. For one disorienting moment, another face overlays Grace’s. Another beautiful blonde, with cold eyes and a faint

Grace asks, her

my skull. I clutch my head, a growl escaping

her,

kids," I

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