Page 83 of What a Wolf Demands

“That’s a sad commentary on the state of your social life, Dom.”

“My social life is just fine. What do you want?”

Remy took the abrupt change of subject in stride. “Two Mississippi wolves are on their way to your hotel.” His voice took on a musing quality. “Or is it a motel?”

In the bed, Lily sat up, panic on her face. Her hair was tousled around her shoulders, her skin creamy against the white sheets. She met his gaze and mouthed, When?

Soon, he mouthed back. Faint surprise flared in his mind. She must have better hearing than he’d thought. Typically, latents couldn’t pick up both sides of a phone conversation. Although, her parents had been Seekers. It was possible she’d inherited a watered-down version of their Gifts.

She scrambled from the bed, flashing long legs and pink-tipped breasts as she bent and gathered clothes from the floor.

In his ear, Remy went on. “I think it’s motel, as in motor plus hotel.”

Dom tuned him out, his gaze on the mesmerizing redhead darting around the bed. His cock tightened as she bent over her duffel bag, giving him a perfect view of her firm, rounded ass and plump lips beneath it.

Sweet lord. How was he going to get through the day with a raging erection? Maybe they could sneak in a quickie before the Mississippi wolves showed up.

She straightened and made a beeline for the bathroom.

His heart sank.

She darted inside and flipped on the light.

He found himself leaning forward, straining for one final look.

The door slammed.

Fuck.

“If that’s the case, though, then what does hotel stand for?” Remy said.

Dom stalked to the window. “Remy.”

“Maybe it’s home plus hotel. Maybe it doesn’t stand for anything.”

“Remy.” Dom lifted the blinds and peered out. The parking lot was black and shiny from a recent rain, the surface like glass in the predawn light.

“I’m gonna ask Alexa.”

Dom resisted the urge to open the door and toss the phone outside. “What time are the Mississippi wolves supposed to get here?”

“Twenty minutes,” Remy said automatically. “They’ll take you straight to the airport. Your flight leaves in two hours.”

Good. That was good. “Any trouble getting the Mississippi Territory to cooperate?”

Remy’s tone was dry. “They harbor no love for the loup-garou. The Louisiana wolves haven’t made any alliances by holing themselves up in the bayou.”

Dom tightened his grip on the phone, scanning the parking lot for any sign of the approaching wolves. “Any word from Max?”

“Yep.” Remy made a sipping sound, followed by a healthy swallow. “Talked to him about an hour ago. He’ll be back by tonight.”

“And he’ll give Lily a fair trial?”

“That’s another thing.” Remy’s voice went stone-cold serious, all traces of his usual humor gone. “Pierre-Luc Thibeaux has been named Alpha of the Louisiana Territory.”

Fuck. “So the gunshot wound Lily gave him didn’t slow him down.”

“Apparently not. She must have grazed him.”

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