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.

    Thebo catches himpletely off–guard. His eyes bulge, face contorting in shock and pain as he stumbles backward.

    “I’ll allow that p, 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 particrly 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,pletely 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 wee. 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 bhe /bbfalls /boff the RV steps to the ground below, like a scene from a cheapic.

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    (C) b207 /bbGrace /bbTolerato /b

    His expression shifts, confusion softening the hard lines bof /bhis face. Then bhe /bbsmiles /bbeatifically, 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 wordes out bthrough /bgritted 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 byou /b

    scared?”

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

    “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 shes 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 m 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 exins, still sounding starstruck. 1

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

    b207 /bbGrace/b: bTolerate /b

    What an idiot.

    I twisted myself into mental and emotional pretzels for trash.

    Won’t tolerate it.

    Won’t itolerate /iiit/ii, /ihe said.

    Mymand, 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.

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

    My lips twitch.

    Disgust rises like bile in my throat.

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

    Sara shakes her head slowly, her expression one of pure awe. “I didn’t know these things really happen to people.”

    A sneer twists my lips as I stand in the doorway, looking down at him.

    “Are you even hearing yourself?” The wordse 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?

    Rafe’s groans resemble the sounds of a dying animal. A really loud rodent, if I have to specify. Which I don’t. But I do anyway, because it feels good topare him to something ugly. Like a possum.

    His earnest exnation for Rafe’s stupidity helps ease the frustration and fury simmering beneath my skin, and I scrub my hands absently against the sides bof /bbmy /blegs. They no longer tingle, but I feel… dirty. Like I should take a shower bor /bsomething.

    207 bGrace/bb. /bbTolerate /b

    bHe /bthinks I’m agreeing with him.

    iWon’t /iitolerate /iiit/ii. /i

    No wonder.

    What a scumbag.

    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. bI’ll /bleave them for Caine to figure out when he gets here.

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

    frustration.

    What a fucking dick.

    “Way to be an influence on young children, Grace,” Ron says, resting his elbow on my shoulder. “Sara, don’t date guys like that. You don’t want to end up like Grace.”

    Ron, no longer tense, grabs at my arm and pulls me out of the doorway. “Don’t argue with him, Grace. Some people aren’t capable of learning.”

    “Gracie…” he breathes, so sweet, so familiar, as his hands reach for me.

    I wipe my palms against my legs, unable to shake the crawling sensation from where I touched the bastard, and turn to face the living room. Jer and Sara stand there, wide–eyed and frozen; Bun’s propped on Sara’s hip, where she’s uninterested in all the drama and instead focused on chewing the tail end of Sara’s dark braid like it’s some form of chocte jerky.

    Ron doesn’t even nce at me as he lowers his voice. “iTV/i”

    I’d love to say it’s satisfying to watch him roll around in pain, but it’s mostly a hollow

    victory.

    Cross–bred with a naked mole rat.

    “Where’d you learn to talk like that?”

    I can’t let this keep going.

    All of it makes my stomach churn.

    b207 /bbGrace/b. bTolerate /b

    bTo /bRafe, I’m a bsilly /bgirl throwing a tantrumb, /bnot the wronged woman he bcheated /bbon/b.

    “It’s not-” he hisses out a breath and grinds out the rest of the sentence bin /bbone /bfell swoop, “it’snotcheatingwithus.”

    I push my hair out of my face, confusion momentarily recing the lingering bdisgust /bfrom my encounter with Rafe. “What things?”

    “You know what?” Augh bubbles up from somewhere dark inside me, and it bsounds /bhappy. Too happy. So happy it’s fucking hysterical. “You’re right, Rafe. You babsolutely /bshouldn’t tolerate it.”

    Wolves might be strong, but their balls are as tender as any human’s.

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

    “Stop calling her name.” The teenager in front of me no longer looks like a child as he res down at Rafe,pletely oblivious to the power the other man holds in this pack. Or maybe he doesn’t care. “You aren’t worthy.”

    His eyes light up, a wolf–bright gleam of victory. His prey is surrendering. He’s bwon/b.

    Regaining a little of my pride, I step back inside, watching in amusement as he shoves me behind him.

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