Page 97 of Mated to the Wolves

“Silly Princess, the week after a celebration is always spent recovering.” Bo clicks his tongue.

“Sorry your Highness, we don’t all live up on Mount Olympus.”

He snorts. “You should. We have ambrosia.” He pops a green grape into his mouth.

“Enough. We’ll get dressed and head into town for supplies.” Cadoc points at me. “You figure out your next step.”

All I have to do is figure out who I’m going to fuck first, no big deal. Flustered by my situation, I’m irritated at the excitement building in my belly over the prospect of settling the untethered bonds that exist between us.

I push back from the table and pick up my dishes. Cadoc’s reaches out, grabbing my wrist.

“Words, Brat. Are you going to have a plan when I return?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He releases me and I rush away. Adding my plate to the dishwasher I return to my room.

It’s not the sex that bothers me, it’s the lifelong commitment that comes with it. I pick up a book I’d sink into the chair by my fireplace.

Covering myself in a blanket I lose myself to the words. I have a purpose greater than being a pawn in the Alpha’s game.

Turning the page, I freeze at the sight of five wolves all joined by a silver cord. I’ve seen this. The protector of Fenrir’s amulet shall have their clan, dedicated to protecting them.

Drawing power from one another, they will work as a unit for the betterment of the pack and its People. Fell wasn’t wrong, but it went far deeper.

Jumping from the chair, I stumble across the room and down the stairs. Kirk and Fell look at me from the couch.

“I think I figured out what’s going on. Alpha wants to control the narrative. When he chose us, he had no idea what it meant. Someone must have told him.” I wave the book.

“Told him what?” Kirk asks.

“Here. Read.” I shove it at him, pacing back and forth.

He scans the book. “I think you’re right.”

“About What?” Fell’s irritated voice interrupts us.

I hold up a hand. “Don’t explain. Let him read. I don’t want to influence opinions.”

“Smart.” Kirk hands the book over.

“He’s afraid we’ll trump him.” The blood rushes from Fell’s face. “This is bad.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Kirk says.

“No,” Face red, Fell chokes. “I–.” He shakes his head.

“Kirk,” I turn to the Healer who rushes over.

Fell waves Kirk away. “I tried so hard to keep you safe. And now it’s all falling apart.”

“What?” The anguished words take my legs out from underneath me and I collapse.

“Talk?” Kirk demands.

“I can’t,” Fell grabs his throat.

He shakes his head. I peer to find his face turning purple as his lips move, but no sound comes out.

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