Page 217 of Wolf Roulette

“Seriously,” she whispered. “Don’t set him off.”

Sascha stopped at the staff door and glared back at us.

Jesus.“Better go. You’re still helping me to get ready tomorrow?”

She walked with me to the door. “I’ll sit there while Wade and Cam fuss, yes.”

I grinned and strode out ofThe Dens.

“Hear the news, gorgeous?” Hairy called.

“Sure did. How’s the pack about the casino closing?”

“Like anyone was going to argue with him in this mood.”

Sounded like Sascha had shown me his most relaxed face over the last week.

Hairy winked. “We are actually okay with it. Gotta keep our new top female happy.”

If someone told me a year ago that I’d becometop femaleby age twenty-one and be okay with it, I would’ve punched them in the throat.

Laughter bubbled up my throat. “Thanks, Hairy. See ya tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for my mate.”

Lie.

I walked around the back ofThe Densto Ella F.

Someone gripped my wrist, and I lifted my closed fist, spinning on the spot.

Wade wrinkled his nose. “If you bruise up my face before my big day, I’ll be pissed.”

“I couldn’t smell you over the garbage.” I lowered my arm.

He glanced around. “What garbage?”

Oh.I smiled at the shadows. “Nice to see you, if not smell you.”

Basilia Le Spyre slipped from them. “I could take offence to that. But ditto.”

She tossed me her oil, and I dabbed some under my nose.

Lavender.

“Come on.” Wade looped his arms through ours. “Party at the manor. Women and extra cool men only. Tommy and Cam are waiting in the Jeep. We’re going to successfully get you drunk.”

“Did you clear this with Sascha?” I glanced in the direction ofThe Dens.

“You’re joking, right? Guy’s stressed to snapping point. This is a secret hen’s party.”

“Okay, but I’m notreallygetting married.”

Wade opened the back door of the Jeep and Basilia faced me.

“You’re mating with a werewolf forever.Immortalforever,” she said. “This is 100 percent marriage.”

Nerves erupted in my gut.Fuck.

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