Page 46 of The Wolf King's Mate

I hadn’t realized how hungry I was, but I was starving.

I chewed the meat and reached for the fork, but he knocked my hand away and fed me another bite.

And another.

And another.

Potatoes followed when the meat was gone.

Steamed broccoli, too.

Then more steak, when I was still hungry.

“You took the medicine,” he said, finally running a hand over the top of my hair as sleep weighed down my eyelids again. His touch was stiff, and not entirely natural, but felt nice anyway.

“When I was safe,” I agreed sleepily.

His chest rumbled. “You’re safe with my pack, Princess.”

“I’m safe with you.”

“Always.” His hand ran over my hair again. It felt more natural that time. “I need you to take another pill. The pain’s going to come back if you don’t.”

“Mmkay.”

He pressed the pill to my lips, followed by a straw.

I swallowed the medication, and heard a quiet sigh that I thought I might’ve imagined.

“Can you take my bra off? It’s uncomfy.” I mumbled.

“If you ever ask anyone else that question, they will die.”

I laughed sleepily.

My drugged-up self saw no problem with his possessiveness.

He eased the bra carefully over my tits, maneuvered my arms through, and pulled it over my head. “That’s harder than it looks.”

“Mmhm.”

“Feel better now?”

“Yeah.” I wrapped my fingers around his arm and lifted my leg over his waist like I had the night before. He caught it before it could crash down, and lowered it slowly to the bed.

“Careful, Princess.”

“I want a crown.”

He chuckled, moving his hand lightly over the curve of my hip. “You don’t need one. Everyone already knows who you are.”

“Some of them don’t like me,” I whispered.

“If they make you feel unwelcome, you give me their names.”

“If I had a crown, I wouldn’t need to.”

His chest rumbled. “How about a mate mark?”

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