Page 8 of The Wolf King's Mate

They were all clearly communicating mentally, though all of their gazes were fixed on me.

“Am I allowed to know why we stole Fletcher’s sister yet?” the driver asked, wandering over to us.

“No. Keep it to yourself until I make an announcement,” the king said, his eyes never leaving me.

My wolf lifted her chin, sort of preening beneath the men’s attention.

She thought they knew what we were.

I thought so too.

Finally, the king grabbed my waist. His brother let go and stepped back. He turned me smoothly, so my back was to his bare chest, and walked me into the building.

I didn’t try to dig my heels in. If he tried to hurt me, rape me, or kill me, I would. Definitely. With everything I had. But until I knew what they wanted with me, there was no point in fighting. There wasn’t any way I could beat one of them, let alone three.

We passed gorgeous, architectural structures and beautiful wooden beams as we wove through the massive building. Every man we passed stared at us like I was an alien or something. I hoped they were looking at the men behind me, but knew that was a pipe dream.

They didn’t know why I was there.

I wasn’t part of their pack, or one of their groupies.

They were staring atme.

We didn’t pass any women, but I was too tense to think anything of that.

Finally, I was led inside a spacious, studio apartment that clearly belonged to someone. The sheets on the bed were tangled. There were clothes laying haphazardly on a few pieces of furniture. A towel on the floor. Shoes left lazily by the door.

Terror clutched me.

There was only one reason they’d bring me to someone’s room.

Finally, I dug in my heels. “Don’t hurt me. My brother will attack you. It’ll upset the packs and unbalance the city. People will talk. You?—”

“No one’s going to hurt you,” the Alpha behind me growled.

I opened my mouth to say something, to fight for my life somehow. Before I had the chance, the Alpha walked me into a ginormous shower made of rustic-looking stone.

My captor stepped past me and turned the water on.

Water fell over me. I spun around in time to watch the king and his brothers stepback, instead of coming closer.

Finally, I realized what they were doing.

Washing the perfume off me.

Now, I felt like an idiot.

They probably didn’t even want me naked.

There was no way I was going to avoid them finding out what I was anymore. My scent would give it away immediately. But, Istill needed to act like I was clinging to my secret, for the sake of protecting the more important truth.

The king stepped closer, and I forced myself to stay where I was. His bare chest nearly brushed mine, his nostrils flaring as he reached past me. His dominance felt like electricity crackling against my skin, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It actually felt kind of nice.

I held my ground as he grabbed a bar of soap that smelled like absolutely nothing, and lifted it between us.

“Clean it off or I’ll wash you myself,” he said in a low voice.

We both knew he was talking about the perfume.

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