Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Grace: Tolerate

My command, unsurprisingly, falls on deaf ears.

Rafe lunges forward, completely ignoring how hard I’m trying to shove him away, even with every ounce of strength I can muster. My skin crawls where it contacts his chest.

He moves—forward, though. Not backward.

Inexorable and manic, his eyes darting all over my face.

"I’ll allow that slap, and even this—" his voice drops low, his familiar voice now unfamiliar and nauseating, "—just this once, Grace. I understand you’re angry with me. I’m letting you vent. But I won’t tolerate it in the future."

Won’t tolerate it.

The words echo, bouncing around my head like a toxic cannon ball.

Won’t tolerate it.

As if he has any right to tolerate or not tolerate anything I do.

To Rafe, I’m a silly girl throwing a tantrum, not the wronged woman he cheated on.

What a scumbag.

My mouth goes dry. I stare at him—really stare—and wonder how I ever looked at this man and saw someone worth loving. His perfectly symmetrical face, those blue eyes I used to craft embarrassing mental poetry over, and the now-greasy golden hair I used to run my fingers through.

All of it makes my stomach churn.

It’s like Prince Raphael of my memory turned around, grew up, started smoking, and became a sleaze.

"Are you even hearing yourself?" The words come out faint, because it’s honestly hard to even believe the level of delusion this man’s operating under. My first impression, of him being some drug-addled nitwit from a TV show, slithers back into my head. Seriously, is he on drugs?

Then again, I don’t think any drugs work on werewolves.

Behind me, Ron’s barely holding himself back, the air practically vibrating with his frustration.

And the kids are watching all of this unfold.

I can’t let this keep going.

Won’t tolerate it,he said.

What a fucking dick.

rises like bile

the highest position. I didn’t want to shame the man I

myself into mental

is

laugh bubbles up from somewhere dark inside me, and it sounds happy. Too happy.

lines of his face. Then he smiles beatifically, his head tilting as his

I’m agreeing with

What an idiot.

My stomach twists violently, revulsion crawling across my skin like a million tiny spiders, but I

a wolf-bright gleam of

familiar, as his hands

bring my knee up hard between his legs, putting every ounce of my body weight behind it. At the

completely off-guard. His eyes bulge, face contorting in shock and

their balls

as he falls off the

lips as I stand in the doorway, looking

Go back to Ellie and apologize to

Even though every word comes out through gritted teeth as he

I can’t help it. The drama he’s creating

know when you’ve overstayed your welcome. You honestly

breath and grinds out the rest of the sentence in

to unravel his meaning,

and pulls me out of the doorway. "Don’t argue with him, Grace. Some

helps ease the frustration and fury simmering beneath my skin, and I scrub my hands absently

"Grace—!"

front of me no longer looks like a child as he glares down at Rafe, completely oblivious to

My lips twitch.

to talk like

me as

No wonder.

a dying animal. A really loud rodent, if I have to specify. Which I don’t. But I do

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