Page 5 of The Wolf King's Mate

There was no interest. It was just a demand.

Shit.

My wolf shrank further.

We agreed that we were screwed.

“I spend time around a lot of wolves,” I said.

His nostrils flared. “You’re not lying, but that doesn’t explain the scent. You don’t smell like a male wolf.”

If the king trio could sniff out lies, I wasn’t just screwed. I was fucked.

If I said I had a mate or something, he’d know I was lying. If I admitted the truth, he could kill me.

Or take me.

Neither option was appealing, so I said nothing.

Instead, I reached for my wolf.

Could we outrun him?

Probably not.

And running was a bad call if we couldn’t get away. The king trio wouldn’t be able to use their dominance on me, since it didn’taffect anything, but the guy was so much bigger than me that he wouldn’t need dominance.

He took a step toward me.

I took a step away.

We both did the same again, and again.

His legs were longer than mine, so he was making up ground slowly.

His hands went up, matching mine. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I can’t sniff out a lie like you can.”

His eyes flashed. “You know what that means?”

“I told you, my brother’s the Creek Alpha. I’m constantly around wolves.” I hoped dropping Fletcher’s name would help me somehow. It probably wouldn’t, but it was worth a try.

“Your brother is Fletcher Keys?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never heard anything about him having a sister.”

“I can’t imagine the Alpha King and his brothers keep track of pack women or groupies.”

His eyes narrowed. “You know who I am. How?”

We were still doing our slow, tense dance.

And he was still gaining on me.

I barely dodged a tree, nearly trapping myself.

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