Page 70 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Jeans aren’t dress clothes.”

“For you, they are.”

He scowled and stepped out of the closet. I wanted to follow him and bug him about it more, but decided against it.

There was no point in making him angry before we went to breakfast. The last time I’d eaten out was probably two years ago, with Fletcher. We’d been out all day dealing with a fallen tree that was in the middle of a dirt road a long way from the pack’s land. It was a three-hour drive on the roads, and another hour down a dirt road, but there were a bunch of vacation homes there that some pack had built to make some money on the side. The vacationers were trapped there, and we were the forest service, so they’d called us.

We probably could’ve made the other pack deal with it, but it had sounded like fun. So, we went.

By the time we got back to Crimson River, it was late and we were starving, so we stopped at one of the bars in town and spent a few hours there. Fletcher had slipped away with a groupie, leaving me alone for half an hour, and a cute werewolf guy had flirted with me.

I knew I couldn’t go home with him. I couldn’t hook up with anyone who had a good nose. They could probably figure out what I was. Which meant werewolves had been off limits.

But it had been fun to flirt anyway. Fun to feel attractive.

Since Enzo was dressing up, I put one of my new, nicer sweaters on with my leggings. It was a fuzzy, off-the-shoulder piece that was literally just the expensive version of one I had owned and doused in perfume, so I knew I loved it before I even put it on.It was white, so it made my hair look darker and my eyes look bluer.

Made my highlights look yellower, too, but I ignored that bit.

It would be nice not to have to follow the humans’ trends to fit in anymore.

I’d add that to my mental list of the things I liked about having been abducted by the Alpha. Even if I couldn’t actually acknowledge that list aloud.

I stepped into the bathroom to fix my bun while Enzo headed into the other room for something. I found him talking to someone on the phone quietly when I made it into the living room, and looked around with raised eyebrows.

It was big.

Comfortable

Expensive.

There was a massive kitchen, a large dining table, and the world’s biggest couch. Bookshelves dotted the walls in various places, all of them packed full of books.

I walked over to one of them and dragged a finger over the spines, reading the titles and series names.

Lord of the Rings.

Eragon.

Game of Thrones.

Wheel of Time.

He had said he liked fantasy books. There was my proof.

I pulled one out and flipped through the pages. The easy way it opened told me it had been read more than once.

I heard Enzo end the call, and his hands were on my waist a moment later. “How’s the girlfriend?” I asked, only half teasing.

“My brother is fine.”

“If it was one of them, they would’ve mind-linked you. Everyone knows not to contact you over phone.”

When the doctor had asked for my blood again, I told him to text Enzo about it. He’d responded that no one called or texted the Alpha except me. The mind-link was for everyone else, and they had to go through Clay and Hunter to avoid causing him pain.

Mostly, I think he just wanted me to say yes so he could use the excuse that I told him he could take it. I still wasn’t entirely for or against it, so I couldn’t give him full permission, and I wasn’t going to risk the small amount of freedom I had by pissing Enzo off.

“Usually. But before I left, I told everyone to stay out of my head until I was back. My brothers asked me to leave my phone on.”

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