Page 32 of The Wolf King's Mate

I picked Enzo’s profile and clicked around, wanting to see what he had watched.

A few episodes of a spy TV show.

Every season and episode of a reality show where normal people had to survive out in nature with very few supplies.

Multiple action and adventure movies.

No thrillers, and no romance.

Hmm.

I turned on the first episode of the survival show. I had nothing else to do, and needed something to occupy my mind while I waited. I loved to read, but the iPad mini that had all of my books on it was back in my cabin, and I hated reading on my phone. It gave me headaches.

While the episode played, I kept checking my phone for calls and messages that didn’t come.

The show wasn’t my favorite, but it held my attention for the most part.

I was two episodes in when Fletcher finally texted me.

Fletcher

He left a few minutes ago

No one died

Me

What did he do?

Fletcher

Announced that he’d claimed you as his mate and told everyone what you are. Checked out the packhouse. Gave us a small fine for some bullshit. Got close to Lucas and told him that if he flirted with his queen again, he would paint his house with his blood. Shattered Graham’s nose for muttering something about you under his breath. Broke both of Reilly’s arms for the same

Other than that, he just packed your shit, took the key to the heat cabin, and left.

He drove off in the direction of the cabin, not Silas’s pack

Me

Holy shit

Fletcher

I’m surprised it wasn’t worse, honestly

I’ve gotta go though

The pack is pissed at me for keeping your secret. Have to try to smooth things over

Me

I’m sorry

Good luck

Fletcher

Don’t apologize

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