Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Caine: You’ve Chosen Well

CAINE

Grace looks awkward, her smile a little too forced and her eyebrows pulled together. Strange. I thought assuring her of our secret being safe would make her happier, but it seems to have done the opposite.

I give up. You’ll never understand.

Ignoring Fenris’s pointless commentary, I head for Reggie’s unconscious form with a faint sneer. Nudging his body with my foot yields no reaction. His breathing is deep and even, his skin tinged pink with healthy blood flow, and his presence in the pack link is muted, but not gone.

He’s sleeping.

No shit. Kicking his leg doesn’t wake him up, either. While I don’t have a bucket of water to throw on his face—and I would—I’m certain it wouldn’t wake him up from his peaceful slumber.

Whatever little trick the witch weaved into her camper protection is working very well, indeed.

Reluctant admiration trickles its way into my brain. It’s pathetic for a Lycan to be so easily rendered helpless, but it’s only proven the potency of her power.

"Manifest," I order Fenris, this time poking the toe of my shoe at Reggie’s temple. With the change in position, his mouth falls open.

Then he begins to snore.

Nope. You’re about to harass her about that pup again, and I’m not stupid enough to stand in the crossfire.

Would a little loyalty hurt?

Yes.

My mouth twitches with irritation, and the surge of power I send Reggie’s way might be a little more than necessary.

"Wake up," I snap, his snoring sounding like a saw on my very last nerve. But I’m still conscientious enough to narrow the range of unleashed dominance, not wanting to scare Grace or the children. As far as they’re aware, I’ve done nothing.

But Reggie twitches, and his mental space in our pack link flickers with life.

Infusing my voice with the power of an alpha is as easy as breathing. "Wake up, Reginald."

His eyes snap open, unfocused and disoriented as my dominance fights through the strange blanket of energy surrounding his presence in the pack. After a few blinks he scrambles to his feet, as awkward as a newborn pup, limbs moving in awkward jerks until he’s finally standing in front of me, shoulders pulled back as he tries to salvage some dignity.

His eyes are finally clear, but when he opens his mouth, only a loud squawk comes out.

There wasn’t much sound in the area to begin with, but it falls into dead silence as the sound fades.

contorts, morphing from confusion to

throat works, and then he opens his

"Squawk!"

He narrows a furious glare behind me, aggression

turn to know he’s directing his

flick of my wrist sends a precise lash of dominance slicing through the

hit the ground hard with a cap-breaking thud. His shocked eyes snap to

"to be so weak

our pack link, his thoughts scrabble, thankfully unchanged by whatever strange prank Lyre’s added to her protection: High Alpha, forgive my unseemly appearance. I’ll teach that witch a lesson she won’t

gaze slides past me

with words. The pressure of my dominance rolls off me in waves, narrowed to the man in front of me. Reggie’s spine curves, fighting it for barely a second before his arms shoot out, palms slapping against the dirt

fours now, exactly

Alpha, please— Another mental rush of panicked submission

job," I cut in, each word precise and cold, "was

comes harder, the pressure of my aura leaving him fighting for each inhale. The witch attacked me, High Alpha. She’s standing right there; the

urge to look back. Not to clarify his words, obviously, but just to look at her. To

I have to deal with this

one to

from inside me, taking shape

massive black form rippling with barely contained rage. His snarl cuts is

link, vibrating with terrible power. Reggie flinches.

of our shared disgust. Grace and Ron can’t hear it, but Reggie feels the full impact; the weight of an alpha’s displeasure crashes down on

those I have under my

but he remains in his position as sweat breaks out across

from Reggie’s ear. His jaw snaps shut with a

nearly touching the ground. The stink of humiliation rises from him in waves, his skin

acknowledges through the link, the thought small and contrite. Completely wrong. I misunderstood the

stare down at him, letting

you can’t be trusted with their safety," I say finally. "Your new assignment is to

link, grateful for any task that removes him

much as look at Grace or any of those children the wrong way

unfinished. Some promises are more effective when left to the

sinks his teeth into Reggie’s shoulder, then jerks his head back, tearing skin

doesn’t fight back. His shoulder will be healed by tomorrow, so the damage isn’t severe. Just enough

with words and warnings, but our wolves are far more

snap, and Reggie shoves to his feet immediately. At least he isn’t pale and

resolute, and this time doesn’t slide behind me to glare at someone he shouldn’t. Yes,

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