Page 128 of The Wolf King's Mate

I let him feed me until the plate was empty, then slipped into the bathroom when he picked up his own food. He tried to give me some of it, too, but he needed the calories. I doubted he had eaten at all while I was unconscious.

I wasn’t really dirty, but I wanted to feel truly clean, so I started the shower and slid beneath the water. My eyes closed as it rained over my head, washing away some of my exhaustion and stress.

Everything was okay.

I’d saved Sydney’s life.

I would figure out a way to make things work.

Even if Enzo wasn’t willing to help me recover every time, I could pull through. Maybe it would take longer, but my body could probably adjust to the cost of changing someone, and learn to do it more effectively.

I nodded.

My wolf rumbled her agreement. She thought we needed more female wolves, too.

And even if Nova and Sydney weren’t interested in helping me turn other women, someone would be. I could start withchanging people who agreed to help me turn others. If there were a handful of us, and more followed, we could whittle down that hundred and sixty years pretty quickly.

Or at least semi-quickly.

I was basically immortal, so I could sacrifice a decade or two to prevent more men from going rogue. No one deserved to be in the position Sydney had been in when I found her.

The final outcome would be worth it.

I washed my hair. The lightly-scented conditioner I’d won off Jake was gone from the shower, replaced with something new. I sniffed it, and found it pleasantly unscented.

Enzo would’ve been behind that.

I opened the bottle, but before I could squeeze it into my hand, a large fist stole it from me.

I sighed. “Enzo…”

“What’s the best way to use this? I might’ve done it wrong in the bathtub.”

I tried to take the bottle back, but Enzo squirted it into his hand and set it down where it belonged.

“You just run it through your hair, then untangle it with a comb or your fingers. I don’t put it on my roots. That makes my hair greasy. Just start around here.” I reached back and showed him.

He grunted agreement, and carefully put it on the strands.

His fingers moved through the lengths.

My eyes closed as he untangled it slowly.

Unhurried.

Like he had nothing else he was supposed to be doing. I knew that wasn’t the case, but didn’t stop him.

I pressed my hands to the wall of the shower to hold myself upright.

“We need to talk, Princess,” he said, still combing my hair with his fingers.

“You want to break up?” I mumbled. It was supposed to be playful, but didn’t come out that way. He obviously wasn’t going to break up with me.

His chest rumbled. “No. I’ve been doing things wrong.”

I blinked.

“I don’t know anything about having a mate.”

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