Page 90 of The Wolf King's Mate

Fletcher chuckled, and we headed to the dining hall. It seemed like he knew how to find it better than I did.

He probably did.

“You know I don’t want details, but was heat…” he trailed off.

“Better?” My face warmed with the reminder. “Yeah. It was better with Enzo.”

The warmth faded when I remembered the way he had just walked away when we got back.

And how he just wanted us to be friends who screwed when heat came around.

It was ideal. Really, it was.

I just hadn’t ever pictured myself in a situation like that. Maybe I just needed time to wrap my head around it.

“I guess I’m glad,” Fletcher said.

I changed the subject. “Your bruises seem healed.”

“Most of them.”

“Have you seen Silas yet?”

It was a terrible question, and I knew that. As much as the feelings between me and Silas were unpleasant, they were so much worse between him and Fletcher. Their wolves still hated each other, and saw each other as enemies.

But there would always be a connection between them. Nothing could change the past.

“No. Thought that could make everything worse,” Fletcher said. “Why?”

He was right.

It could.

“He told me he was healing fine, but Enzo said he’s in bad shape. I guess the king delivered a gift basket in apology after he realized there was never anything romantic between me and Silas.”

Fletcher snorted. “Agift basket? I bet it was the same shit he dropped off for me with histhank you for keeping my future mate safecard.”

“Yeah. Look at this.”

I opened up the picture of Silas’s card and handed my phone to Fletcher as we walked through the cafeteria doors.

“Sorry about the injuries. Thanks for protecting her for me. I owe you one. But if you ever touch her again, I’ll feed you your own intestines before I rip out your heart.” He laughed, loudly. “Fuck, that’s good.”

People were staring at us. Everyone was.

My face was warm, but Fletcher didn’t slow down. He was used to it. People had always gawked at him because of what he was. Alphas as strong as him were rare, even if there were a bunch of them near his power level in Enzo’s pack. He was used to being the biggest, the toughest, and the scariest.

“He delivered it himself?” Fletcher asked.

“Apparently.”

“Who delivered what?” Jake checked, as I took the empty chair between him and some guy I didn’t know. Fletcher pulled up a chair from the other side of the table, and Jake scooted over.

“Oh, nothing,” Fletcher said, his gaze sweeping the table like he was checking for threats.

He probably was. It was technically his job, now.

He handed back my phone. Everyone was curious, but Fletch would never tell any of my stories without permission.

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