Page 57 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Oh, I’m great.”

He chuckled. It was tense, and there was no humor behind it. “What do you need?”

“Not me. Fletcher. Did he tell you the Creeks overthrew him?”

“What?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “The king told them what I am. I think he’s telling everyone. Because I lived with him, they were angry. The alpha wolves challenged him over and over until someone won. I don’t know who.”

“Has he found another pack?”

“No. He seems to have lost the trust of everyone who knows what I am.”

Silas let out a long breath. “Great.”

“Yeah. I know your wolf and his don’t get along, but if there’s any way you can let him join, just until he…” I trailed off as the bedroom door opened, then closed. Hard.

Not good.

Enzo strode into the closet, stepping in front of me and plucking the phone from my hand. Instead of lifting it to his ear like I expected, he hit the button to put it on speaker.

My body tensed.

He wanted to hear Silas talk to me, without the other man knowing he was on the line. There would be no flirting or anything, but he could hear something I didn’t want him to.

Maybe a few somethings I didn’t want him to.

“I would if I could, but my wolf would never be able to relax if he was here. One of us would end up dead sooner, rather than later. You may need to bargain with the king. I know he collects dominant alphas.”

“I get it. Thanks anyway.”

“Is it safe to assume that he’ll be the one rutting you?”

My face flushed.

Shit.

I pulled my gaze away from Enzo’s.

“Yeah, you’re off the hook.”

Even Enzo, in his insane possessiveness, couldn’t have mistaken Silas’s relieved breath following my response.

“Mom wants me to make sure you know that if he’s hurting you, we’ll figure out a way to free you.”

That wasexactlywhat I wanted the king to hear.

“His wolf wants me as his mate. He hasn’t hurt me. He can’t. Hewon’t,” I said. Honestly, I believed it.

“Even if he does, you need to tell them you’re fine,” Silas said.

My eyes lifted back to the Alpha’s. “I know. I’ve got to go.”

“Alright. Sorry about Fletcher.”

He didn’t sound sorry.

We both knew he reallywasn’tsorry.

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