Page 55 of Cold Foot King

“It’s not mine.”

Wreck frowned. “What do you mean? Anyone with eyes can see you’re bonded.”

“Yeah, and it was caused by the medicine they gave us in the prison. It’ll fade. Give it a few weeks and we will be out of the fog of it all, and then what? She’ll be building a family group with a stranger who feels like a stranger.”

“I don’t think—”

“You don’t have to think about my decisions. She’s safe with you. She can heal. She can move forward. Maybe find a mate the right way. Kat is good, Wreck. I can tell. She’s down-to-her-bones good, and the world needs more women like her. I can’t drag her away from the opportunity to be in your Crew. That’s not caring about somebody. If I did that, I would never be able to forgive myself. She wouldn’t even have to resent me. I would resent myself. Can you understand? If it was Timber, what would you do?”

Wreck scratched the scruff on his jaw and looked back at the camp. “I would do what kept her safe.”

King offered a sad smile. “Same.”

“What do you want to do? How do you want to play this?” Wreck asked.

“I’m not good at goodbyes, and she is stubborn. She will tether herself to me and throw her future away. If Lucia doesn’t see that, it’s not meant to be her story, you know?”

“No goodbye then?”

“Nope. Can you do me a favor though?” King asked.

“I already told you I would get you where you want to go.”

“Good. I know where I want to go.”

“Where?” Wreck asked.

“Back to Cold Foot Prison.”

Wreck’s frown consumed his entire face. “Why?”

“I have some unfinished business there.”

Realization struck the Alpha’s face, and he lifted his chin higher into the air as he stared at King. “You’re going after Rook.”

King didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. The Alpha was built protective like he was. He knew.

“Fuck, I wish you were meant for my Crew,” Wreck murmured. “I would’ve made you Second.”

King allowed a small smile. “I’m good, as long as I know she’s good. Take care of Kat, will you?”

Wreck ducked his chin once in a nod, and then offered his hand for a shake. “Give them hell in Cold Foot.”

King tried his best to ignore the absolute devastation in his chest at losing Katrina. He swallowed hard and shook Wreck’s hand. “Give the world hell with your Crew.”

“I think I figured out a name for this Crew,” Wreck said as he walked away.

“Yeah? What to?” King called after him.

“Cold Foot Crew,” he said, turning. “You will always be my pick, King.”

King watched the Alpha walk away through the trees, back toward camp.

Cold Foot Crew. Cold Foot. Katrina would be a part of something epic, and King would always miss her, and would always wish well for her Crew.

But first, he needed to make sure all of her loose ends were tied up.

And that meant Rook needed to learn his place at the bottom of the food chain.

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