Page 109 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Wow, look at the time,” Nova said with fake brightness in her voice as she slid out of her seat. “I have to go anywhere other than here. It’s been fun.”

I mouthed, “Sorry.”

She mouthed back, “Don’t worry about it.”

And she left.

I envied her freedom to do so, even though I wouldn’t have traded places with her. She’d quietly shown me the newest messages from her stalker, and that shit was terrifying. If they got any worse, I was going to have to be a really terrible friend and straight-up tell the king what she was so him and his brothers could protect her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Enzo, speaking quietly so everyone in the bar wouldn’t know our business.

He ignored my question. “Why the fuck does your hair smell like Jake’s?”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jake slip out the front door with a woman.

Coward.

“You didn’t order the unscented conditioner you said you were going to buy me. Jake had an extra bottle of one that barely smells. I won it off him in poker two nights ago.”

“Poker?” Enzo’s voice lowered.

“Yeah. Your pack likes me. I like them. They invite me to play poker now.”

He growled. “Ourpack.”

“Sure.”

He gathered my hair in one hand so he could lower his nose to my throat.

I tensed.

He went still after he inhaled. Then, he inhaled again. “Why do you smell like ink?”

“I got a tattoo.”

Technically, I’d gotten threetattoos. Butatattoo sounded better when I wasn’t sure whether he’d be pissed or not. And a public bar in his city was not the place for him to lose his shit.

His entire body tensed. “You what?”

“I got a tattoo,” I repeated.

He let out a slow breath.

Then, he pulled me out of the booth, setting me on my feet in front of him.

The room quieted again.

Enzo’s grip on my hips was tight as he walked me across the bar, his cock hard against my ass. He was wearing jeans again, and was still missing a shirt.

He guided me into the women’s bathroom. It was empty. Everyone in the building was in the main part of the building, watching the king.

Waiting to see what he would do to me.

He released my hips as he shut the door behind us. I stepped back so there were a few feet between us, and put my hands on my hips.

“Why are we—” I began, but he cut me off.

“Clothes off,” he said.

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