Page 167 of Wolf Roulette

“She’s dating a Luther?” Rhona blurted.

“A pack member, yes. For a while now. They’re very happy together.”

I inhaled her conflicted scent.

I’d expected solid revulsion.

“I see.” Rhona took a breath. “Look, I came to tell you that I’m going to head back home. Dad and I always came to these things together. It’s a bit much.”

I nodded. “Of course. I can understand that.”

Rhona wrapped her arms around me.

Frozen, I didn’t immediately respond. She’dneverhugged me first—not even when we got on well. I lifted my arms and hugged her back.

Her cheek rested against mine. “I’m glad to be back.”

We untangled from each other, and she released a pent-up breath.

“See you later,” she said.

Rhona just hugged me for comfort.I’m not imagining that, right?I asked Booker.

The sister can get fucked.

Right.I’m going to find Sascha before I’m waylaid again.

This entire night is ridiculous.

Booker was having a blast.

Waving at Grim and Lisa, I weaved between the Luthers and spoke briefly to Evelyn, Jemma, and Kara.

The elastic band under my ribs tightened, and I glanced into the far back corner.

My eyes met his. The world funnelled.

He’d left the suit jacket behind. Shirt sleeves rolled up, top buttons open, and black shoes gleaming. I took in the man leaning against the wall in the shadows, and the confines of my chest were too tight to contain everything I felt.

Sascha.

Greyson.

Mine.

He made no move to come to me, and I hovered. Did he want me to approach or keep my distance? We’d never been in public together.

Blood poured into my face as the moment extended.

Sascha was apparently stuck to the floor. Maybe he didn’t want to give the wrong impression or something?

Turning, I halted when he jerked.

Beautiful wolf, come here,he blurted in my mind.

Peering back, I arched a brow.Why don’t you come here?

Uh...

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