Page 45 of The Wolf King's Mate

“I’m nearly six feet tall. No one has ever called me little in their life, and you’re not starting now. Get out of my head.”

“Take the medication, and I will.”

“I’m fine, Alpha. Back off.”

“You call me Enzo, or Mate. You are not my lesser.”

“Then stop ordering me around and telling people not to look at me.”I was done fighting with him.

There was too much other shit going on.

I closed my eyes and let out a long breath as he snapped at me again. When I didn’t respond, he finally pulled out of my mind. That strange mental pathway he’d left remained, though.

“Fighting with him gets you nowhere,” Clay said, matter-of-factly. “We’ve been trying our whole lives.”

“Has he claimed either of you as his mate?” I shot back.

Neither of them answered.

“Then don’t try to stop me from fighting with him. I’m not going to roll over and present for the bastard. I’m not here to serve him. I don’t know why he wants me, but whatever his reason, I’m never going to be a quiet little princess who follows his orders without question.”

They didn’t reply to that, either.

I didn’t bother telling them that I was going to take the medicine as soon as I was safely locked in the Alpha’s room. They didn’t need to know that shit, and I didn’t want Enzo to know either. Not after he went to the trouble of connecting our minds to try to force me to submit to him.

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ASPEN

I wasdrowsy from the meds when Enzo stormed into the room. His expression was stony but determined as he checked my body for bruises, his fingers light and gentle on the painful spots. When he pulled my shirt up to look for bruises, his expression was clinical. And when he realized I was wearing my bra, he tore the fabric off my body so he could see me better.

I drifted back to sleep as he pulled the boxer-briefs away from my ass, still just checking for bruises. After the night we’d spent together when I was naked in bed, I wasn’t particularly concerned with him seeing my body. If he’d wanted to hurt me, he would’ve done it while I was asleep the night before.

Over the next few hours, I only woke up a few times.

When he ran his hand lightly over my hair, murmuring something inaudible.

When he knocked a pan against something in the kitchen, making a loud noise.

When the smell of steak cooking was so overwhelmingly delicious that I sat up, and he brought the food to me in bed.

“I can go to the table,” I croaked.

Enzo glowered at me, and I looked down at the meat.

He’d already cut it for me.

That was… something.

Maybe something sweet.

He stabbed a chunk of steak with a fork and lifted it to my lips.

“You don’t have to—ooh.” He put the steak in my mouth, cutting me off.

Wow.

Yumm.

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