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.

worried about how she’ll feel about you crushing the Alpha’s hand when

back a growl. Sometimes my wolf is too damn helpful. We’ll make sure she doesn’t find

wouldn’t mind, but she’d been devastated after killing Brax. The Alpha who’d treated her so poorly, and yet still became a wedge between me and my mate. Instead of considering me a savior, she’d seen

was letting her see the dark, gritty reality of pack life

is silent in

suddenly drawls, Yeah, THAT’S where

already knowing

other things, I admit grumpily,

suddenly flops on the bed. His

the rain against the roof and not the

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

way her breath hitched, my fingers twitching as they remember her heat, and all the things I wish I could have done to her if we weren’t so constrained by this damnable issue of

* * *

no sleep, though my raging

though it’s obvious she’s just embarrassed. Her red cheeks have been noted by even the children; Ron keeps

The kid’s worried.

and pat Ron’s shoulder. "She’ll be fine in a few hours.

doesn’t ease his worry as he keeps observing her as

Bun through the camper. The only time she’s met my eyes this morning is when I tried to take Bun away from her, and

knowing how she’s probably mortified by our little connection last night, I’m on

store for breakfast, handing them out to the children instead. Not that I mind, but the woman needs to eat

been a few days, and you’re acting as

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