Page 73 of Wolf Roulette

“Was she okay with handing things over?”

His salted caramel scent muted.

I narrowed my eyes. “Wade? What did you do to Judy?”

He kicked open the meeting room door. The startled head team members stared at us.

“We’ve arrived,” Wade sang.

They didn’t answer.

The Luthers were only revealed when we fully entered the room.

Shit.

“Ah. Esteemed guests.” Wade dumped me unceremoniously in my chair, plonking down beside me.

Blood poured in my face. We must be late. “I apologise for our tardiness and extend my welcome to the pack members.”

I peeked at Sascha.

A painful yearning slammed into me. For weeks, there were no barriers to touching him. To be so close and unable to feel the soothing bliss we felt in each other’s arms was torture.

My hands trembled.

Sascha’s eyes hardened. “Thank you, Head Steward.”

Aware of the mounting tension, I broke our contact to study his team. Lisa appeared on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Grim was, as ever, disinterested in proceedings. Hairy was attentive while Leroy mimicked his leader’s posture.

Mandy didn’t meet my gaze.

I’d never seen her cowed before.

Weird.

“What’s the pack’s grid choice this week?” I forced myself to look at Sascha again.

His face hadn’t softened.

The outfit was a failure. Should’ve gone with sexy badass.

Gravel entered his voice. “The pack chooses Iron.”

Which surprised no one. “We’ll see you there…” I trailed off as the Luthers scraped back their chairs.

They filed for the exit.

“Sascha,” I called. “Will you grant me a private word? Perhaps my head team can escort your wolves around the manor.”

He met my gaze for a leaden moment. I inhaled his want and need, an exact rival for mine. He wanted to close the gap and touch me. He wantedme,but his four scents were brittle and drawn in a way I’d never experienced.

“I think not, Head Steward,” he said softly.

Turning, he strode after his wolves.

We need to talk,I thought at him.

Sascha froze in the doorway.

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