Page 11 of The Wolf King's Mate

My hands trembled, and his gaze lowered to them. His expression went neutral for a moment before he grabbed a robe off a hook and tossed it my way. It hit me in the face, but I caught it.

“Anyone who touches her forfeits their life,” he said.

I lowered the robe from my face, and my eyes widened when I realized he was already gone.

My gaze met the fancy brother’s. Clay. His face was pale, his gelled hair messy.

I looked at my captor. He grunted again, and shook his head like he couldn’t help me. Then he smacked his brother on the arm, and left.

“What the fuck?” the fancy guy finally asked, a solid two minutes later.

“I don’t know.” I dropped my head into the fabric in my hands. “At least I’m not dead.”

“Notyet.”

My gaze jerked up, and Clay lifted his hands like he wasn’t a threat.

Obviously, he was.

“I’m kidding. Enzo is more wolf than man, but he wouldn’t kill a female werewolf after announcing he wanted to mate with her.” He hesitated a minute. “Probably. Unless you give him trouble.”

My eyes widened.

Clay had no idea whether or not his brother was going to kill me.

“The king’s name is Enzo?”

“His wolf doesn’t like to be called king, but yes. The pack calls him Alpha, or Savage. Our last name. Anyway, I’m going to need some time to work through all of that.” He gestured toward me. Guess I wasall of that. “We’ll reconvene tomorrow or something.”

I let out a shaky breath. “What happens now?”

“Now, I leave you to get comfortable in Enzo’s room. Your room, apparently. And I figure out a way to let your brother know you’re safe without starting a war. I also need to tell both our pack and the rest of them what’s happening, without creating more of a mess. It helps that no one knows what our mother was. If they did…” he shook his head. “Chaos and murder.”

“Savagery?” I suggested weakly.

He cracked a small grin. “Good one. Yeah. I’ve gotta go. You’ll need to eat something in the pack’s dining hall to show that you’re… you know. Alive. Not injured. A werewolf.”

I looked at the ground. “Where did my clothes go?”

“Ah. Enzo took them. Probably going to burn them. The perfume had become one with the fabric.”

It really had.

That was how I protected myself, though.

“Can you go get the rest of my clothes?” I asked.

“Are they all doused in perfume?”

I blinked. “Yes.”

“Then that’s not going to happen, Princess.”

“Princess?” My voice raised an octave.

I’d been in hiding for my entire life and had been through literal hell because of what I was, and he was calling mePrincess?

“I mean, you’re now engaged to the king. That makes you a princess, doesn’t it?”

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