Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 158: Caine: He’s Besotted

CAINE

If my mate didn’t have so much loyalty to the rainbow-haired witch, I’d kill her on the spot.

She might have magic, but as far as I can tell, her physical combat ability is closer to nil than average. Even magic requires time, and a Lycan is fast. A Lycan King is even faster.

But I keep my hands fisted and force down the instinctive urge to shift, even as Fenris yawns in the back of my head. Are you two done now?

Once he was able to check on Grace, his anger dissipated. It might have something to do with leftover slices of bacon Lyre tossed his way, because even the great Lycan King’s wolf—apparently—is willing to sell his soul for a bit of meat.

Bacon isn’t just any meat, Fenris grumbles.

Lyre turns her back to me, storming toward the SUV. Each step thuds against the ground with fury.

Jack-Eye’s reaction to her is concerning. My Beta’s eyes follow her swaying hips with the same desperate focus of a starving Fenris watching bacon sizzle. There’s no mistaking the look—he’s fucking besotted with the witch.

When isn’t he obsessed with women? the wolf in question mutters with disgust. If it’s a warm hole, he’s there. At least bacon is practical.

I don’t bother responding. I’m too busy mentally cataloging which of these idiots needs a leash the most. At the moment, my own Beta is winning by a landslide.

The witch marches straight toward the Blue Mountain pup, who’s leaning against the vehicle fiddling with his phone. Before he can even look up, she grabs him by the shirt and yanks him half off his feet.

"Where’s your loyalty at?" she snaps, her cat-like eyes narrowed to slits.

Andrew’s eyes go wide with shock. Before he can answer, Thom floats over like this is some kind of romantic comedy instead of a real-life threat, hovering near Lyre’s shoulder with a pathetic look of devotion.

It’s nauseating.

Somehow, the witch has managed to scramble my wizard’s brains.

"I’m loyal to Gra—" the pup stammers.

A low growl rolls out of Fenris, vibrating through my chest and into the air around us.

Grace is mine.

don’t need to speak the words aloud. The dominance blanketing

"I mean—the Lycan King. Our High

I narrow mine.

Grace has been surrounded by too many wolves who think they have a right to her. This pup from her

absence lowered his

rip the pup’s

My fist tightens.

way, of course.

Of course not. My mate would never. She has much

dated that pathetic

before you explode,

isn’t grumbling and snorting with hackles high

cheeks until his

your dreams and rip your heart out while it’s still beating," she whispers, her voice knife-sharp and clear to my enhanced hearing. "You think toads are the worst I can

face. I snort. No backbone at

ma’am," he mumbles through compressed

on Jack-Eye’s shirt without even looking. He’s nothing more than a convenient

competent Beta—beams like she

Something I’m

when Grace takes a nap with

wizard is, he’s out of the pack. No exceptions. I don’t care how

would get rid of your most loyal pack member, Fenris

I scowl.

a sweep of the group. She frowns at Thom, who jerks and shrinks

back, unmoved by her attempt at intimidation as my lip lifts off my teeth. If she wants to start this fight over, I’ll gladly oblige. I’m still pissed at her little trick from

to Jack-Eye, who’s still grinning like an idiot, only

asks, her voice sharp

toward the RV immediately. "Inside," he says, clearly desperate to hand

I snort.