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.

aloud. The

his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. "I mean—the Lycan King. Our High Alpha," he corrects himself, sounding a little steadier, even though his eyes are

I narrow mine.

think they have a right to

his priority

he’s ready to rip the pup’s throat out himself. I

My fist tightens.

that way, of course.

would never.

she dated that pathetic

before you explode,

and snorting with hackles

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

beating," she whispers, her voice knife-sharp and clear to my enhanced hearing. "You think toads are

pup’s face. I snort. No

ma’am," he mumbles through

hands on Jack-Eye’s shirt

competent Beta—beams like

them. Something I’m sure I won’t

when

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

rid of

I scowl.

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

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

attention shifts to Jack-Eye, who’s still grinning like an idiot, only a step

she asks, her voice sharp

toward the RV immediately. "Inside," he says,

I snort.