Page 38 of The Wolf King's Mate

I switched the laundry to the dryer, then focused on the bathroom. I wasn’t cleaning the Alpha’s toilet—I had to draw the line somewhere—but I had no problem giving the rest of it the same treatment I’d given the kitchen.

The tornado in the cabinets became a well-stocked thing of beauty. I didn’t find any conditioner, which was a bummer, but I’d find some when I went out to explore.

When the bathroom was clean, I checked the nightstand for signs of any of my other things, but only found a few. A photo album with pictures of my family was in one. I flipped through it, and found everything exactly where I left it. If he’d looked through, he hadn’t taken anything.

None of my toiletries were in the bathroom, and none of my clothes were in the closet. All of those things probably smelled too much like perfume. Enzo had probably tossed them out.

My clothes were dry, though, so I pulled them on and grabbed my iPad.

The Alpha had told me to read a book. If anyone got mad at me for walking around, him included, I’d pretend that I was just looking for a comfortable place to read.

He would sniff out the lie if it wasn’t true, so I really would keep an eye out for anywhere that looked like a nice spot to curl up with a book.

I headed out, fighting a grin.

At least I was trapped in a castle, instead of a tower.

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ASPEN

No one madeeye contact with me. No one even looked at me. When I said hi to a few of the men, they straight-up ignored me.

Dicks.

Then again, I knew exactly which dick was to blame for their behavior.

I still got a good feel for the layout of the Lodge, though. I found a few nice lounge areas, too. The top floor had a really nice one. The view from the balcony up there was amazing, and I planned to head back as soon as I finished checking out the land around the building. I’d noticed some nice furniture out there when I was on the other floors, so I wanted to see that.

But I’d noticed a large building down a paved path, too. The groupies and pack women had to be there, and I wanted to make sure they were being treated well.

If the king was holding human women captive, I needed to know so I could get the hell out of there, and take them with me.

Somehow.

I took the stairs down to the ground floor, and my phone finally buzzed with a text message. I’d asked Fletcher how things were going hours earlier.

Pulling it from my pocket, I read the message as I turned the corner to go down another flight.

Fletcher

I’m fine

Ended up fighting a few challenges last night, but I won obviously. More on the schedule today

Fletch wouldn’t be killing the alpha wolves he beat. Alpha wolves who supported the leading Alpha made a pack much stronger.

But if they didn’t agree with him, they could and would keep challenging until they wore him down and he lost, or until he let someone else take control of the pack.

My stomach clenched.

Me

How bad are your injuries?

Fletcher

Just bruises and a few cuts

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