Page 17 of The Wolf King's Mate

I scanned them quickly.

They didn’t look like guards. None of them were wolfed out, and they were fully dressed.

The Alpha’s phone was still clutched in my hand, probably at 10% battery or less. His brothers were still texting, too, so it vibrated twice.

“Do any of you have a phone I can borrow?” I asked the guys.

One of them inhaled deeply.

The others were sniffing the air more sneakily.

All of their eyes went wide.

“I’ll answer all of your questions if you let me borrow your phone. Please. My family is in danger.” I was nearly begging them, but I didn’t care.

They didn’t answer.

My wolf growled, vibrating my chest.

She parted her jaws in a snarl.

She thought they needed to answer to us. That we were going to mate with their Alpha, which was just as good asbeingtheir Alpha.

I tried to squash her down, and she snapped her teeth at me.

“You belong to the Alpha,” one of the guys said, his voice only slightly apologetic. “If we help you, we’re siding against him. And siding against him is never a good idea.”

My wolf roared.

My eyes widened, and I rubbed at my chest.

“You can borrow mine, if you ask him to let us have groupies here,” one of the guys offered.

I wasn’t promising to ask him anything.

Enzo already disliked me, scarred my throat with his claws, and announced to his brothers that he was forcing me to mate with him.

Reasoning with him didn’t seem like it was even possible.

“Just point me in the direction of where his brother works. The nice one. Clay,” I said.

Multiple sets of eyebrows lifted.

Someone asked, “You think Clay is the nice one?”

“Where is he?” I demanded, my wolf throwing her weight into the words.

She wanted out.

I could feel it.

Now that shifting wasn’t risky, she wanted to be free, and she wanted itsoon.As soon as our family was safe, because she couldn’t make that happen.

“Two minutes down the hall. Room 105. Red door. Can’t miss it,” someone blurted.

I didn’t thank them as I took off at a run. My tits were bouncing, and my hair had made my shirt so wet that everyone could probably see my nipples through the fabric, but I didn’t give a damn. It wasn’t like the men hadn’t seen breasts before.

And my brother—my best and only friend—was in danger.

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