Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 190: Caine: A Night of Unrest

CAINE

I stare at the bathroom door, bemused by how quickly Grace shoved me out, like we’re teenagers caught in a compromising situation.

My tongue slides over my teeth as I adjust myself again, my body still raging with need. Especially after that brief moment where it seemed like she was about to—

A movement to my left catches my attention. Andrew. Coming out of the other bathroom with perfect fucking timing. Our eyes meet, and I catch the flicker in his expression before he manages to mask it. But there’s no hiding his scent: discontent.

He inclines his head at me before lying back down on the dinette-converted sleeping area.

He woke up at a convenient fucking time, didn’t he?

He’ll be gone tomorrow. Back to his master’s side where he belongs, Fenris reminds me, but the knowledge does nothing for irritation flickering through me.

I’d been so close to extending the intimacy with Grace...

It’s not just about tomorrow, I snap at my wolf.

The way she looks at him sometimes, like she trusts him even as she pretends not to, crawls under my skin. Granted, he seems loyal enough to the girl, and I have yet to find him attempting to contact his new Alpha, but I’m not stupid enough to trust a Blue Mountain cur.

He has clear feelings for Grace, even if he’s not acting on them. It isn’t good to keep him around, muddling the picture.

The quicker we can leave Blue Mountain again, the better for Grace. If it wasn’t for this damn energy transfer issue, I wouldn’t have allowed her to come back.

She doesn’t like her pack. You know this. Fenris’s voice in my mind is calm and reasonable, but it only serves to annoy me further. Control your temper before you scare her again.

My jaw tightens.

she’ll feel about you crushing the Alpha’s hand

a growl. Sometimes my wolf is too damn helpful. We’ll make sure she

she’d been devastated after killing Brax. The Alpha who’d treated her so poorly, and yet still became a wedge

was letting her see the dark,

is silent in

Yeah, THAT’S

throat as I settle onto the couch, already

other things, I admit grumpily, further irritated

room, Jer suddenly flops on the bed. His new position

flashes, focusing on the sound of the rain against the roof and not the images of Grace’s sensual curves and the sound of

together, trying again to focus on the rain. On the annoying bastards I’ll have to see

her breath hitched, my fingers twitching as they remember her heat, and all the things I wish I could have

* * *

I get no sleep, though my

Her red cheeks have been noted by even the children; Ron

The kid’s worried.

fine in a

keeps observing her as we prepare to leave once again,

the camper. The only time she’s met my eyes this morning is when I tried to take Bun away from her, and she gave me a defiant stare and said,

our little

for breakfast, handing them out to the

been a few days, and you’re

are dark circles