Page 160 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Do you want me to come find you?” I asked. “You know I will.”

“I know, but it would be pointless. He’s not going to let me go any more than your Alpha did. I think things will be easier after this, so his wolf can realize that we’re not as compatible as he thinks. My stalker is being quiet for the moment, so that’s good.”

“Alright. Be careful, okay?”

“Mmhm. Be safe. Don’t hurt yourself changing people.”

“I won’t. See you soon.”

She agreed, and we ended the call.

“He won’t let anything happen to her,” Enzo said, dragging a thumb over my knuckles.

“Is he still set on not wanting a mate?”

“Yeah. I don’t think he’s going to change his mind about it.”

Damn.

That was a mess, and something told me it was only going to get messier.

The doctor took samples of my blood, urine, and saliva before we went back down to the conference room to meet the group of mated couples waiting for us.

twenty-seven

ASPEN

Twenty-eight daysand eight-hundred-fifty-three couples later, Enzo and I collapsed in bed together, exhausted.

We were both getting tired of Crock-Pot dinners, but they saved time and energy. Neither of which we had much of.

But Crimson River was alive with new excitement. And new blood, even if it was just altered old blood. Changing people took a lot out of both of us, but there was no one else who could do it. Not like we could.

Even if Nova agreed to mate with Hunter—which seemed highly unlikely, given that they hadn’t even spoken to each other since they got back after her heat—he couldn’t pull on the pack’s energy like Enzo could.

Enzo played with my hair lightly, holding me in his arms. My eyes were already closed, my face pressed against his throat. But he’d been uncharacteristically quiet all day.

“What’s up with you?” I mumbled.

“Nothing.”

I tickled his side, and he swore, trapping my hand against him as he growled, “Princess,”

“Out with it.”

There was a moment of silence before he finally grunted, “You’re still in a tower.”

My forehead creased. “What?”

“I promised you freedom. A job. Space. I haven’t given you any of those things.”

The gigantic bank account with no one’s name but mine on it was proof that he’d upheld that part of our post-mating plan. The shiny, red Hummer he’d bought me was too.

“I’m getting my own freedom by changing women into wolves,” I said. “I have a job. Making more people like me. And I don’t want space from you.”

His chest rumbled unhappily. “It’s not enough.”

“Itisenough.”

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