Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 207

207 Grace: Tolerate

“Just close the door. He can’t get in.”

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

The combo catches him completely off–guard. His eyes bulge, face contorting in shock and pain as he stumbles backward.

“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.”

“I dunno–looked kinda fun. Especially the end part where she went wham with her knee!” She jerks her knee up with a particularly evil grin, and my heart drops. 1

“Come on, get inside,” Ron says, his hand on my shoulder, like he’s the adult in this situation.

A mutated one.

Meanwhile, the older two keep staring at me with a very strange expression, one I can’t quite decipher.

And the kids are watching all of this unfold.

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.

I step closer. My stomach twists violently, revulsion crawling across my skin like a million tiny spiders, but I force myself forward.

“You, Rafe. You’re what’s wrong with me. You can’t take no for an answer and you don’t know when you’ve overstayed your welcome. You honestly think cheating on someone is the way to a woman’s heart?“/

Humble pie is bitter as fuck,

It takes a few seconds to unravel his meaning, and I snort.

His foot misses the top step, and suddenly he’s tumbling, arms windmilling as he falls off the RV steps to the ground below, like a scene from a cheap comic.

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His expression shifts, confusion softening the hard lines of his face. Then he smiles beatifically, his head tilting as his lips curve, eyes soft and warm.

Pretty sure I’m failing at all the things…

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Grace?” Even though every word comes out through gritted teeth as he rolls and writhes against the ground, it isn’t hard to understand

him.

“What?” I ask, suddenly self–conscious. “Are you guys okay?” Guilt pricks. “Were you

scared?”

I stare at her, a little helpless. “Should you be watching soap operas at your age?”

“I watch them, too,” Jer pipes up helpfully.

Understanding you’ve spent years on trash makes it kind of hard to enjoy the moment.

Yep. Mother of the Year. Now my pseudo–daughter wants to date scum just so she can knee them in the balls. 1

Ron stares at Rafe, still rolling on the ground and swearing in between calling out my name, and something dark flashes across his face. But then he obediently closes the door and engages the lock with a defiant click.

The movement gives me the perfect opening. I bring my knee up hard between his legs, putting every ounce of my body weight behind it. At the same instant, I slam both palms against his chest in another shove.

“We’re over, Rafe. Go back to Ellie and apologize to her for being such a piece of shit.”

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

“Grace-!”

I’d desperately tried to be good enough for this pack. For Brax, who held the highest position. I didn’t want to shame the man I considered my stepfather; didn’t want to shame the boy I fell in love with.

“Ron always says TV isn’t realistic, but it’s spot–on,” she explains, still sounding starstruck. 1

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

207 Grace: Tolerate

What an idiot.

I twisted myself into mental and emotional pretzels for trash.

Won’t tolerate it.

Won’t tolerate it, he said.

My command, unsurprisingly, falls on deaf ears.

I roll my eyes; I can’t help it. The drama he’s creating over nothing…

“That’s even worse.”

He moves–forward, though. Not backward.

His earnest explanation for Rafe’s stupidity helps ease the frustration and fury simmering beneath my skin, and I scrub my hands absently against the sides of my legs. They no longer tingle, but I feel… dirty. Like I should take a shower or something.

207 Grace. Tolerate

He thinks I’m agreeing with him.

Won’t tolerate it.

The camper’s quiet without Rafe’s dramatics, bringing peace back to our lives. Of course, now we have two werewolves on the ground outside of it, but–whatever. I’ll leave them for Caine to figure out when he gets here.

Ron doesn’t even glance at me as he lowers his voice. “TV”

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