Page 28 of The Wolf King's Mate

He stepped out with my phone in his hand. Still naked.

“Code,” he said.

It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.

And nothing on there was worth the fight, so I gave it to him.

“0913.”

“Your birthday.”

I flashed him a look.

His brother had told him I was almost twenty-six, but I wasn’t going to confirm his theory. Even if it was right. He hadn’t said it like a question, anyway.

He typed it in, and a moment later, had the phone to his ear.

My heart squeezed when my brother answered.

“Aspen? Are you okay?”

“She’s fine,” Enzo said flatly. “I need the name of the man she’s spent heat with in the past.”

There was a long moment of silence.

“Is the connection bad? I would be thrilled to have this conversation in person. We can address any rules your pack is breaking by having groupies around while we’re at it, if you’d like. Kill two birds with one stone,” Enzo rumbled.

Fletcher growled.

I closed my eyes.

He needed to be careful. I wasn’t confident that my potential sadness would dissuade the Alpha from killing my brother or his pack, even if it put him at odds with the monster within him.

“It’s Silas Rhodes,” Fletch gritted out. “We grew up with him. If you kill him, she’ll hate you for it. He’s one of very few people who know what she is, and he has a secluded cabin they use. It’s severely painful for her to spend heat alone, on top of being dangerous, so they fuck. There’s no emotion behind it for either of them. They clean everything thoroughly afterward, so there’s no evidence when it’s over.”

“Send me the location.” He gave Fletcher a phone number.

“Alright, I just sent it, but the locks are good. You’ll want the key.”

“Fix your groupie situation before I stop by to pick it up. You have an hour.”

With that, Enzo hung up.

He tapped the screen, and I watched him find the app I used to track my heat. He hit the share button, and sent the information to another phone number. I hoped it was his, not one of his brothers’, but didn’t ask.

“Silas doesn’t deserve to die for helping me,” I said. “He’s family, and he has a strong pack. They respect him. None of them can take over as Alpha. He has no feelings for me. You saw my skin in the shower. He hasn’t ever claimed me, in any way.”

I thought Enzo was going to hand my phone over, since he’d given Fletcher his number. Instead, he took it with him to the closet as he put on a pair of black sweats and nothing else.

Black to hide the blood, probably.

My heart sank.

He was going to kill them, and leave me without a way to contact the people I loved. I?—

He finally gave me the phone as he stepped out again. “Hunter will be monitoring your texts and calls. Do or say anything you shouldn’t, and you’ll lose it for good, Princess.”

“Fine.”

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