Page 124 of The Wolf King's Mate

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ASPEN

I wokeup a handful of times over the next few hours.

As Enzo carried me out to his truck.

As Fletcher drove us back to the Lodge while the king cradled me in his arms.

As my Alpha slipped into the bathtub with me and carefully washed all of the dried blood off our skin.

As he helped me into a pair of my spandex shorts and one of his tanks.

As he pulled me into bed with him, his bare chest separated from mine with just a thin layer of fabric.

My wolf purred when I fell back asleep in his arms.

In his bed.

Ourbed.

Hunger wokeme the next day.

Enzo was already in the kitchen, cooking.

“Stop calling me,” he growled. “She’s fine. I can hear her heartbeat and her breathing. She’ll call you when she’s up.”

It seemed safe to assume he was on the phone.

I stretched, and my wolf yawned.

Her tail wagged at the scents coming from the kitchen.

Eggs.

Bacon.

Hash browns.

Toast.

Yum.

I was still a little tired, but I didn’t feel weak anymore. That seemed like a good sign.

“Princess?” he called out.

“I’m awake.” I didn’t raise my voice, but I knew he’d hear me.

“Your brother’s driving me insane. Can you call him and tell him you’re alive?”

“Yeah. Where’s my phone?”

“On the nightstand.”

Right.

Should’ve guessed that.

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