214 Caine Raising an Alpha
214 Caine: Raising an Alpha
Fenris grumbles. Probably better than you with women, too.
He’s not thrilled about a younger, virile male being near our mate. Neither am I, but Reggie didn’t work out, and Randy’s the most open–minded of the Lycans here.
Dividing my attention now would be foolish. Dylan is capable and, while he doesn’t respect humans, he seems to have accepted Grace’s position as someone to be protected. Though I’m sure I’ll hear his complaints later.
That’s unrelated.
“But your people tried to break into the camper,” Ron points out.
My eyes narrow. I’ve always been rational.
Dark hair falls across his forehead as he looks down at the paper he’s slowly destroying, and he sets it carefully on the top of the stack, smoothing it out with a nervous touch.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Grace trusts my judgment,” I say mildly instead.
He leaves the room without another word, boots clicking against the floor in retreat.
They need stability, and Grace provides it.
My mind might be often muddled these days when it comes to Grace, but it’s training any alpha has from a young age.
“No. An alpha’s protective instincts are strong. We don’t want others to protect what’s
ours.” 2
“How do you remain so calm, then?” the teenager asks, oblivious to the side conversation in my head.
His shoulders stiffen. “No.”
“I think I should go
back.”
I listen without interrupting, but he cuts himself off. I tilt my head slightly, studying
214 Caine: Raising an Alpha
his face.
Huh. You’re learning to be rational.
I grind my teeth together so hard my jaw aches and turn to Dylan. “Pick She’s on her way to the laundromat.”
up
Grace.
Ron looks at me with some curiosity. “You seem fine with it, though.”
My irritation with her recklessness shouldn’t undermine what she’s built with them.
“I must seem pretty childish to you.”
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I wave off his concern with a sigh. “Randy’s a father. He’s good with children.”
That’s because it wasn’t.
Ron’s brows pull together, his mouth pulling down into a sharp frown. “That’s strange. Grace wouldn’t leave the kids with a stranger.”
I keep my face neutral as I watch him squirm. This is part of his education too- learning to articulate his instincts rather than just following them blindly. Reasoning through the situation.
My lips tighten. “Yes, I know. It won’t happen again.”
You could still kill him, Fenris opines, as if taking a bite out of our subordinate’s shoulder wasn’t enough.
you manifest? My eyebrow twitches. Shall I rip out your tongue the next time you
The back of my hand finally rests quietly against the table as I consider it. But, as easy as it is to bring back the rage, I’m aware of how much of the responsibility lies on my shoulders. No. It’s my fault for not explaining things when I knew he hated humans.
That sounds so righteous coming from you.
You’d be surprised.
You say that like you wouldn’t be up her ass if she’d let you. The only reason you’re letting Dylan pick her up is because you’re worried she’s going to tear you a new one. My eye twitches. And what about you? Why aren’t you showing her you’re nearby?
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