Page 104 of Savage Fate

The mate bond was finally free to blossom.

His hand reached out and played with my ponytail. “Camus called to invite us to a meeting in an hour.”

Preston appeared and leaned against the railing. “What about me? Why am I never invited? You guys aren’t officially pack members.”

“Ask Uncle Ephraim.” His brows suddenly burrowed as he scrutinized his cousin. “Aren’t you supposed to be going back to school today?”

The oldest Anders kid shrugged. “School doesn’t seem that important right now with everything going on.”

Dylan let out a barking laugh. “Mom will kick your ass if she hears you thinking about dropping out.”

Preston brushed caramel locks out of his face. “I’m not dropping out. The dean is a shifter. She’d probably let me take my classes online so I can stay here for a while.”

Fane shook his head. “If you’re serious about this, talk to your parents first.” He dropped my ponytail and reached for my hand to pull me to my feet. “I made you a sandwich.”

He was always trying to feed me.

“I need a shower.” I nibbled on my bottom lip as he towed me toward the door. “Join me?”

Fane couldn’t hide the lust throbbing off him. “If you eat first.”

“After.” I ran my fingers down his torso, feeling his muscles twitch beneath my touch. “You know how good you are at working up my appetite, Maverick.”

His wolfish grin had my pulse jumping. “Iama little hungry myself, fiera mika.”

As we walkedinto the meeting room in Camus’s basement and Saint’s eyes met mine, Fane stiffened. A threatening rumble rattled his chest.

Camus arched an eyebrow. “I was under the impression you and Saint could be in the same room without fighting.” He peered at the young alpha. “Was I wrong?”

Fane took a deep breath, inhaling my scent as he did. “We’re fine.” His tight smile barely hid a lingering threat beneath. “Right, Grimstone?”

“Right, Maverick.” Saint returned the chilling smile, pouring another level of tension into the room.

I elbowed Fane.“Play nice.”

“I will play nice.”His gaze lowered to mine, filling me with fire.“But I won’t share my toys.”

Flames lapped at my cheeks, and I choked back the urge to jump him. I really hoped the others didn’t pick up on the surge of lust twisting between us.

“Maybe you two can find a seat instead of making a spectacle out of yourselves.”

All the lust zapped from my body, replaced by hot fury as Marissa sneered from the chair next to Saint, so close she might as well have been in his lap. “Why is she here?”

Camus sighed and sipped his drink before placing it back on the coaster. “Marissa promised to behave.”

“I doubt she understands the meaning of that word.” I didn’t bother speaking quietly or hiding my disdain for Fane’s ex-fated. Everyone knew we hated each other.

Fane ground his teeth to choke back the irritation. “If she’s going to be here, maybe Tate and I should leave.”

“With Tate having these visions and you being her mate, you’re both an integral part of this discussion.” Camus drummed the manilla folder on the table in front of him. “Marissa’s my daughter, and I want her here.”

The spoiled brat flicked her raven locks and finally pried her attention from Saint. “I’m the alpha’s daughter, and my place is right here.”

Fire coursed through my veins, and my fists clenched, wanting to smash her face in. “Say one word to provoke me, and I’ll be over that table faster than you can blink.”

She scoffed. “Are you going to let her talk?—”

“Behave,” Camus growled at his daughter, gold flashing in his irises. “Don’t make me regret this.”

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