Page 106 of Mated to the Wolves

The seafood tower is brought in along with fresh bread, and stuffed mushrooms. I gawk at the king crab legs that are as long as my forearm and my mouth waters at the scent of melted butter.

“I’m going to use the washroom.” Kirk rises and slips out of the side door while we dish out food.

I embrace the silence as we sate our hunger.

The conversation is tedious when the entire place is straining to hear a juicy tidbit to take back to the masses. I put it out of my mind and focus on the food in front of me, still slightly peckish from the three-day-long bedroom romp.

Heat spikes in my belly. I take a long draw from my glass of rose to cool the small fire before it can crackle to life. Bo inhales and I look everywhere, but at him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll feed all your hungers, Princess.”

I press my lips together and ignore him. Bullies usually back off when you don’t give them a response.

It hasn’t worked for Bo thus far, but in public my hands are tied, and he knows it. I want to slap the smug expression off.

Just like the old Greek gods, he’s cruel and crass. Our plates are taken and replaced with the main course. The succulent medium-cooked filet mignon melts in my mouth. Spices dance on my taste buds.

A nice cut of protein always hits the spot. Chewing slowly, I savor the tender meat.

Thwack. The window beside my head cracks and pops.

Time slows as my mates leap from their chairs.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Shattered slivers spray everywhere. My hand moves back to my hair stick. I let it fly before I can think.

Suddenly a massive body covers mine and we crash to the floor in the span of a heartbeat.

Glass rains down bounding off the top of my head as my heart pounds and blood rushes through my ears.

“Is she okay?” Fell asks.

Cadoc moves back and runs his hands over my body.

“She’s good.”

I gulp down air, struggling to process. Head spinning, I close my eyes to reorient myself and slow my breathing. I clear my throat. “What happened?”

“Someone signed their death warrant.” Bo snarls.

Cadoc helps me sit up and I cling to him. I peer around his broad frame. A short, emaciated man with pale skin caked with dirt is pinned to the wall as Bo chokes him.

His dingy clothes hang off his emaciated friends. His skeletal face is turning a deep purple. He kicks out weakly.

I wave wildly. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to be witness to a murder. My throat tightens. “Don’t kill him,” I squeak.

Bo glances over his shoulder. “Are you insane?”

“We need information,” I appeal to his logical side.

Bo scowls, and slams the man’s head against the wall. Grunting, he goes limp and slides to the floor in a heap.

“Who the fuck is that?” Fell gestures with a hand.

“I have no idea, but he reeks of the woods, earth, and unwashed body.” Cadoc studies the man with squinted eyes. He helps me to my feet.

People rush into the room. Bo backs away from the man as my clan closes in around me.

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