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.

to speak the words aloud. The

"I mean—the Lycan King.

I narrow mine.

they have a right to her. This pup from her old pack is just one more problem

his priority level, but

he sounds like he’s ready to rip the

My fist tightens.

of

course not. My mate would never. She has much

again, she dated that pathetic

you explode,

and snorting with hackles high in my

between her fingers, squeezing his cheeks until his lips pucker like a fish, and leans

you’re lying, I’ll haunt 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

face. I snort.

mumbles through

on Jack-Eye’s

competent Beta—beams

between them. Something

have to interrogate him later. Maybe when Grace takes a nap

the pathetic wizard is, he’s out of the pack. No exceptions. I don’t care how long he’s served as my second. I won’t have my entire operation

get rid of your

I scowl.

sharp gaze does a sweep of the group. She frowns at Thom,

lip lifts off my teeth. If she wants to start this fight over, I’ll gladly

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

she asks, her voice

pointing toward the RV immediately. "Inside," he

I snort.