Page 7 of The Wolf King's Mate

I grabbed the bar over my head to stay upright as the driver peeled down the road.

He yelled, “This is a bad idea! If you bring a groupie to the Lodge, there will be challenges!”

“Do you smell sex on her?” my captor called back.

The guy shoved his head against my arm and sniffed.

I leaned away, but not before he gagged. “All I can smell is perfume.”

“I’m a pack female,” I said. “My brother is the Creek Alpha.”

The guy jerked his head back, looking at the king’s brother. “Seriously? Why’d you steal Fletcher’s sister? Everyone knows how protective he is of her.”

“Just get us back,” the king’s brother said.

The guy didn’t look convinced, but saluted him anyway.

An hour and a half later,I was thoroughly covered in dirt and long-past overstimulated from the uncomfortably tight arm still wrapped around my waist.

When we finally turned down a road and through a gate, relief made my shoulders sag. The gate wasn’t labeled, but it had to be the Lodge the Jeep’s driver had mentioned.

We turned once, and again, before I finally saw the Lodge through the trees.

My eyes widened.

I had thought Fletcher’s pack was big, with its gigantic three-story packhouse and the extra few dozen cabins built around it. But the Creek pack had literally nothing on the king’s.

Their Lodge was monstrous. Seven floors tall, and made of gorgeous, thick wood and rock, it stretched on for ages before turning. The walkways were made of stone that complimented the lodges, and the windows and doors fit the look of everything else.

It looked far more like a rustic resort than it resembled a house.

“How many people live here?” I asked. I wasn’t sure who I was talking to. My captor, or his driver.

“They stopped sharing the number after five hundred,” the driver said. “That was twenty years ago.”

That was way more wolves than I could even imagine one man keeping a hold of. Fletcher was strong, but his three hundred was considered a lot, and he had no interest in taking more wolves.

The king’s brother grunted, then lifted me out of the Jeep and stepped back smoothly. Instead of carrying me again, he set me on my feet and put his hand on my shoulder. When he propelled me toward the large front doors, my gaze landed on two guys who looked just like him.

They must’ve stepped outside a moment earlier, because I hadn’t seen them at first glance. They weren’t the kind of men who could go unnoticed.

I looked between them quickly, trying to find differences.

Neither of them had scars on their faces like my captor did. His hair was curlier than either of theirs, too. One of them had wilder, longer hair. The other had hair that was shorter and done artfully with gel.

While my captor was absolutely naked and hadn’t bothered even putting pants on, the one with the fancier hair had on a pair of expensive-looking jeans and a blue button-up shirt. The wilder one wore nothing but pair of gray sweats.

As my abductor led me closer, I realized the true difference between them.

The wild one radiated dominance the way a fire radiated heat. His magic packed an insane, intense punch. It was so strong that the air around him felt thicker.

There would be no confusing him with the others.

And my captor had the scar, so I wouldn’t mix the other two up at all, even if they looked mostly identical otherwise.

The guy who’d abducted me finally stopped in front of his brothers.

A moment of silence passed.

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