Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Caine: Took Everything She Had to Give

CAINE

Grace’s limp body fuels a new feeling, something old and unfamiliar. It’s an emotion I haven’t felt since I was a young pup, long before I came into strength and power.

Terror.

What is it? Fenris asks. He’s been silent, politely blocking himself off from our intimacy, even when that rainbow-haired chit was banging on the door.

She’s unconscious.

“Grace.”

I shake her shoulder, the skin under my palm cool to the touch. Too cool.

“Grace, wake up.”

Her head lolls as I jostle her, hair splaying across the pillow in bleached golden waves. Not a flutter of eyelashes, not a twitch. My stomach drops with dread.

“Grace!” My voice sharpens with command, an alpha’s order.

Nothing. Just her pale face, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

What’s wrong with her? Why isn’t she waking?

Fenris explodes into panic, his howl ripping through my mind and air both. Strange voices join in, but they’re the least of my worries.

You killed her. You killed our mate!

“Shut up,” I growl, placing two fingers against the pulse in her throat. It flutters weakly beneath my touch. “She’s alive.”

The sudden crash of the door flying open makes me whip around, a snarl building in my throat as I storm around the corner and into the hall, Grace still limp on the daybed. Just moments ago, she’d been so alive, so vibrant, with the scent of her climax filling the air.

Now…

“Your dick better be put awa—” The rainbow-haired nuisance halts as soon as she sees my face, and her eyes flick behind me.

“Call a human ambulance,” I order, trying to contain the panic edging into my voice. A Lycan King doesn’t panic. We’re calm and composed at every moment.

Fenris howls again, a wild, uncontrolled yodel of pain.

Lyre blinks at me. Something shifts in her strange eyes, until her pupils become slitted. It’s exactly what Jack-Eye had mentioned before, but the mystery of her identity is no longer a priority. Grace needs help.

“You idiot,” she growls, rushing forward to shove past me with surprising strength for her diminutive, humanoid size. “You couldn’t hold back?”

My chest aches with the accusation. Did I demand too much of her fragile human body?

I stumble against the wall as she rushes to Grace, pushing me aside as if I’m not the most dangerous predator she’ll ever encounter. As if I haven’t killed for less.

The floor sways with all of our movement.

The woman Grace calls Lyre doesn’t look at me again, her focus entirely on Grace. She presses two fingers to my mate’s wrist, then leans close to her face, watching her breathe.

Under normal circumstances, it would bother me she can see Grace’s naked torso.

Under this circumstance, it… still bothers me. I dash past Lyre to yank a corner of the comforter over Grace, protecting her from the other woman’s view.

“What happened?” she demands, her voice as sharp as any Lycan’s. The command within it is no less than an alpha’s.

“We were—” The words stick in my throat.

“Having sex, I got that part.” Her fingers press gently along Grace’s throat, examining the skin with a scowl. There’s no mark there. Not yet. “When did she pass out? Before, during, after?”

Will she be okay?

No, Fenris murmurs. Our bond would never hurt her.

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