Page 40 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Yeah. My brother.” I rubbed a bruise on my head.

That was going to leave a bump. Hopefully it would fade fast.

His eyes brightened. “I knew him when we were teenagers. Creek Pack, right?”

“Yeah. Guess our birth dad used to be the Alpha there, before he and my mom passed. Jordan Fern.”

Understanding dawned in his eyes. “No shit, really?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn. Who’s challenging Etch?”

“Etch?”

“Everyone called him that when we were teenagers.” The alpha waved it off.

“I don’t know. A bunch of them. They found out he was hiding me, and they want him out.”

“You should bring him here. We have way more fun than the Creeks.”

Hunter prodded the swelling goose egg on my head, and I flinched. He said in a flat voice, “Lovely. My brother will be thrilled.”

I ignored him, lifting an eyebrow at the other alpha. “TheSavagePack is more fun than the Creek Pack? I have a hard time believing that.”

He grinned. “TheCrimsonPack, actually. We wouldn’t have so many alpha wolves here if it wasn’t. Give me his number.”

He pulled his phone out.

Hunter prodded my shoulder. I gritted my teeth against the pain. “Quit it. I’m fine.”

“My brother is going to want a full description of your injuries when I break the news.”

“I wasn’t attacked, Hunter. I just fell down the stairs. I told you, I’m fine.”

He grabbed my ankle carefully, and I cursed.

Loudly.

“You’re not fine.”

Arguing seemed pointless.

He might actually be right.

“Even if it’s broken, it won’t take long to heal. A week max, probably.” I looked at Fletcher’s friend again. “Ready?”

“Yup.”

He put it in his phone as I rambled Fletch’s phone number.

“Got it. I’ll convince him. No alpha can handle a pack that doesn’t want him.”

“Except the king,” I pointed out.

The alpha snorted. “Every bastard in this pack would forfeit their life if he asked. He couldn’t get away from us if he wanted to.” He stood. “I’d help you to the doctor’s office, but Alpha won’t take my scent on your skin as well as he’ll take Hunter’s.”

“Chicken fucker,” Hunter muttered, shoving an arm under my legs just before he scooped me off the ground. A sharp cry of pain escaped me.

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