Page 48 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Anyone with a sex drive would want to see those perfect tits, Princess, but I didn’t take it off to give myself a show.”

I shouldn’t have believed him, but I did.

“Here.” He helped me sit up, and tugged fabric over my head. When I opened my eyes, I realized it was one of his white tank tops. It wouldn’t hide much, but it was better than nothing. And I was pretty sure I’d worn all of his t-shirts already.

“I washed your clothes,” I said, running a hand over my face.

He set a plate down on my lap. “I noticed. You moved my dishes, too.”

“Iorganizedthem. There’s no reason to have half the forks in one drawer and half in another.”

“They’re different sizes. I don’t like the small ones.”

“You can still tell which is which when they’re in the same drawer. You just need one of those utensil sorting things.”

He picked up the fork and stabbed a chunk of pancake with it.

Pancakes, sausage, and bacon for breakfast?

Heaven.

I had entered heaven.

All I had to do was fall down some stairs to find it.

When I put a bite in my mouth, I legitimately groaned.

Enzo paid for the good syrup. The real kind.

Forget heaven. I had entered paradise.

And it came with a sexy, possessive grump of a man.

“I know your wolf decided he wants me to be your mate, but that doesn’t mean we have to share a bed. It definitely doesn’t mean you need to take care of me. I?—”

“Fell down the stairs.”

“Well, yes. But?—”

“Can’t walk on your own.”

“That will only last a few days. And?—”

“Are covered in bruises so mottled, you look diseased.”

I blinked, not having a comeback for that one.

I glanced down at my arm, and grimaced. It really did look like I had some kind of disease.

“Just eat the food, Princess.” He leaned back against the bedframe and watched me.

Fighting seemed pointless at the moment, so I took another bite and had to close my eyes.

Yeah, pancakes were better than sex. Way better than sex.

“I saw the scans. Your ankle is going to take around a week and a half to heal. Hansen says you think it’ll go faster because you’re a woman.”

“I know it will. I heal faster than men,” I said, around a bite of pancake.

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