Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia
Chapter 177
Chapter 177: Grace: Fake It Til You Make It
I collapse where I am, curling my knees to my chest. My throat still feels tight.
Caine must think I’m certifiably insane. What kind of person freaks out the way I did? And the moment he grabbed my wrist, I shut down completely.
It wasn’t like he hurt me. It wasn’t like he did anything wrong. He was trying to talk to me in private. Perfectly understandable.
And yet my entire body reacted like he was about to throw me into traffic.
I slide up the bed until I can bury my face in a pillow.
"I’m losing it."
It’s the only explanation.
I smack my forehead against the pillow once. Twice. Three times. Maybe if I hit hard enough, I can knock some sense back into myself.
Heat crawls up my neck and spreads across my cheeks. Caine was so worried and gentle, he’d even asked if I thought he would hurt me. Of course I don’t think he’ll hurt me.
Well—not anymore, anyway.
"You’re crazy. You’ve gone insane. You’ve lost your mind."
Each sentence is punctuated with a frustrated thump of my face into fluff.
The embarrassment is almost worse than the sudden spike of fear. Now, anyway.
My heartbeat gradually evens out, and the flush of heat going up my neck and prickling along my scalp recedes.
But the self-loathing stays.
It doesn’t make sense. Caine wasn’t yelling at me. He didn’t grab me with any real force. Sure, I couldn’t pull away easily, but it wouldn’t have been impossible.
Nothing about the situation should have triggered such a level of panic.
So why did it feel like—
mold
Please let me out.
I’ll be good.
promise I’ll
head violently, forcing the memory back where it belongs. Locked away. Buried deep, where
different. Completely different. It was a big
Rafe said it was my
cruel and strange and somehow thinks he’d have Ellie on
shake it off again, refusing to linger
sigh before pushing myself up,
is childish. Get over
the fake
Me.
I’m people.
me), I suck in a deep breath and let it out
one way out
and
maybe Caine won’t say
prone to freaking out when he
he wasn’t
supposed to be getting
my eyes, watching the colorful shapes bounce around behind my eyelids. Focusing on them makes it easier to calm down and slow
Okay.
she didn’t have an absolute fucking meltdown when her boyfriend dragged her to a private room to discuss
off my face, but my cheeks
off the bed, I approach the dresser mirror, leaning in to
someone auditioning to play
Grace. You’ve faked being okay a thousand times. This is
out and roll my shoulders
Take two.
pleasant: Bun’s excitement every time we hand her a carrot
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