Page 52 of Wolf Roulette

“I’m an alpha who led this pack for two and a half centuries.”

“Really well from what I heard.”

His brown eyes glittered.

I rubbed my forehead and looked at Evelyn. “I’m going to head out and—”

“You’ll do exactly what I tell you,” she replied.

Amusement curled in the air.

The female Luther rounded on her mate, snapping, “So will you, Alexei. Do not push me on this.”

That wiped his smile away. I didn’t dare smirk in triumph.

She patted my arm. “Come with me, dear. There’s a spare bedroom that you areabsolutelywelcome to.”

What would I do there? Sit and stare at the wall? “I’ll take you up on the offer, but I’m heading out for a run first.”

I couldn’t be within four walls.

Her expression softened. “You know where we are.”

Alexei scowled as I left the bungalow.

Most Luthers were already awake and gathering at the pack house.Ugh,there was no way they missed the shouting match earlier. Sascha was in there simmering in fury.

I inhaled the pack’s upset and anxiety.

Their discomfort didn’t sit right with me. I wanted them to be happy. And that wasn’t just to do with my bond with Sascha anymore.

I didn’t want another showdown with Sascha. We both needed to cool off before sitting down to properly talk.

“Psst.”

It was the teen girl I gave stealing advice to.

She ran from the cover of the pack house and held out a bacon sandwich. “Here.”

Uhm.That hit me directly in the feels. “Thank you…?”

“Essie.” She cast a furtive look at the building and winked, running off.

I bit into the sandwich and continued walking. A soft shout stopped me. Jemma hurried down the bungalow steps, doing her best not to slosh the contents of a mug.

“Andie. Kara said you like Earl Grey in the morning?”

She passed over the steaming mug, and I stared at the tea. “Thanks.”

Axel’s mother patted my shoulder and returned to the pack house.

What was happening?

Sitting under a tree, I polished off the bacon sandwich and sipped at the Earl Grey tea.

Booker, I have no idea what to do.I blew out a breath.

In the conversation with Sascha, I’d broached my single idea. That attempt resulted in this gigantic mess. I was afraid to push the concept of a compromise with the tribe in case things deteriorated further between us.

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