Page 37 of The Wolf King's Mate

He stabbed his last chunk of scrambled eggs.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said quickly. “Your wolf wants them to pretend I’m invisible. Fine. But what am I supposed to do all day? I heard that you hunt rogue wolves. I’m not sure what that is. Am I supposed to join you, or?—”

“No. You willneverget near a rogue wolf.” His words were ferocious.

He felt strongly about it, apparently.

“Alright. I used to drive with Fletcher, working as a forest ranger with the Creeks. I can keep doing that, if you?—”

“No. I don’t trust him to protect you.”

“He did it for twenty-six years. And?—”

“My brother caught you, and Fletcher didn’t realize it until we?—"

“Stop interrupting me!” My words were sharp.

He eyed me, almost warily. “Easy, Princess.”

“Says the guy who keeps growling at me.”

“Fine. Continue.”

I huffed. “I need something to do. I like to be busy. When I’m trapped inside, I get itchy. My wolf doesn’t like it. If you’re not going to let me work my old job, find me a new one, or let me find one myself.”

“I’ll consider it.” He set his fork down and stood, his side brushing against mine as he moved. He set his plate and fork in the dishwasher and ran his hands under the water.

I dropped my stuff in the sink and followed him as he made his way to the door. “What do you expect me to do all day? Despite what you seem to think, I’m not a princess. I like to work. I can’t stand being bored. I?—”

“Your iPad is on the nightstand. I saw your library on it and plugged it in. Read something. Pretend it’s a vacation.”

With that, he stepped out and shut the door behind him.

I let out an annoyed huff, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it just to make sure it really wasn’t locked.

It twisted, and the door opened.

I poked my head out to see if anyone was guarding me or waiting outside again. They weren’t.

“If anyone sees your tits today, I’ll do more than choke them,” he called out, without looking back at me.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, closing the door.

I almost thought I heard him chuckle, but that couldn’t have been right.

I locked it and turned back to the room. My mood brightened a little when I did.

He didn’t say I couldn’t leave my room. He just wanted me to wear a bra if I did. Mine was in the laundry basket, but I knew where the washer and dryer were.

Iwouldread a book at some point, but I wanted to look around first. Get a feel for the pack. See where they’d hidden their groupies.

I started a load of clothes. Part of me wanted to be a bitch and just wash my own, but that seemed like a waste of effort and water, so Enzo’s went in with them.

When that was done, I finished the dishes and reorganized the cabinets. There was no reason for half of the bowls to be in one cupboard while the other half were in another. The man just wasn’t organized.

When everything was in a better place, I wiped down the cabinets and cupboards, scrubbed the stove, and cleaned out the microwave. None of it was filthy, but it felt good to make it shine.

I swept the floor, then moved through the bedroom, picking up socks and clothes. They went into the hamper I’d emptied earlier.

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