Page 47 of The Wolf King's Mate

“I don’t want to be mated. I want to be a bird.”

“A bird?”

“They’re free,” I mumbled into his arm. “Towers are stupid.”

“Towers?”

“I hate them.” My face twisted with emotion.

“No more towers.” He smoothed my hair again. I didn’t think he even knew what I was saying, but he was trying to make me feel comfortable. And it was working.

“Promise?”

“Yeah, Princess. No towers.”

My lips curved upward, and I fell back asleep.

I was wrappedaround Enzo’s body again the next time I woke up. My face contorted as pain shot through my ankle.

He pressed medicine to my lips. “Take this.”

I parted my lips for the pill, and a straw followed again, so I could swallow it down with water.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Almost five.”

I groaned. “I should be feeling better by now.”

“You kicked my leg in your sleep, with your bad foot.”

I moved a little, and he pinned me to his chest, grumbling at me. Something about the weight and pressure of his arms relaxed me, and I fell back asleep quickly.

It hadto be lunch time when deep, gnawing hunger finally forced me to wake up. I opened my bleary eyes and stared up at the ceiling. I was on my back, tangled up in Enzo’s perfect, fancy blankets, sweating like mad.

Logic told me he had probably slipped out to go hunting again. I had hurt my ankle, but it really wasn’t that big of a deal. It would be healed soon. He’d stayed the night because I was in his room, but?—

A man sat down beside me.

My eyes closed as I took his scent in.

My wolf rumbled in her sleep, still out cold.

He wasn’t hunting rogues. He was with me.

I threw an arm over my eyes, and realized I was topless when my boobs bounced.

Oops.

“Did I really ask you to take my bra off?” I asked.

He made a noise of confirmation.

I sighed. “You should’ve said no.”

“You were uncomfortable.”

“You wanted to see my boobs.”

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