Page 52 of The Wolf King's Mate

Me

Is the rabid situation going to escalate without you? I don’t want to be the reason people die

Enzo

No.

My pack can handle it. I just don’t usually let them.

Me

Why not?

Enzo

Finish your breakfast. I’ll be in to make lunch soon.

I let out a sigh, but listened.

If I wanted to piss without an Alpha listening in, I was just going to have to follow some orders.

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ASPEN

The next fewdays passed quickly.

Enzo didn’t let me help him cook, and he never stayed long.

We slept together at night, though I was wearing his tank top and a pair of boxer-briefs at all times, so there was never anything sexual to it.

Other than his erection, and my body’s response. We both pretended those didn’t exist.

No matter how I went to sleep, I always woke up clinging to him, with my wolf purring.

I read books on my iPad mini. Enzo wouldn’t admit to fixing my cracked devices, but we both knew he had done it. My old, broken electronics had been swapped for newer models without cracks, and someone had transferred all of my stuff so they functioned identically to the old ones.

Enzo had either bought them or asked Hunter to do it, and Hunter made them functional. He was the techy one.

Three days passed, then four, before I couldn’t stay sane in the room any longer.

My wolf was restless.

My ankle wasn’t perfect, but it was healed enough that she didn’t see any point in waiting around.

Enzo left after breakfast on day four, like he had been doing. As soon as he was gone, I pulled my boot off and slipped out of bed.

The Alpha was going to be pissed that I removed it without permission, but it wasmyankle.

After a pitstop in the bathroom, I walked carefully to the closet, planning to grab one of his long-sleeved shirts. He brought me a clean pair of boxer-briefs and a tank top every morning, but I wasn’t about to walk around the Lodge in one of those thin t-shirts. They weren’t entirely see-through, but they definitely weren’t opaque.

And Enzo would lose his shit if anyone else saw my tits. That had been made pretty clear.

I flipped the light on in the closet as I stepped inside, then stopped.

And blinked.

And blinked again.

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