Page 91 of The Wolf King's Mate

Silas’s whole pack knew what had happened with him and the king, so it wasn’t a secret. Word would spread eventually, if it hadn’t already.

And if I told my brother’s friends what had happened, it could help me become friends with them too. Then, I might have a few more allies in the pack. I needed that.

Especially if Enzo was going to revert to the pre-broken-ankle version of himself and leave a shit ton of distance between us. I was tired of being alone all the time and always hiding from everyone.

“The Alpha,” I explained, passing my phone to Jake. “He personally delivered this card to my old… boyfriend.”

It wasn’t the right label for Silas. He would probably be disgusted by the idea. At the very least, he would be extremely opposed to it. But how else was I supposed to explain our connection?

The guys passed my phone around the table, laughing and talking animatedly about how vicious the Alpha was.

They wereproudof him.

I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or disturbed by that. Maybe some of both. Crimson Pack culture was so much different than any other I’d belonged to. It didn’t revolve aroundgroupies and relationships; it revolved around pack structure and responsibilities.

That didn’t seem like a bad thing to me.

But then again, I was biased. Spending the night before climaxing on their Alpha’s face and the morning with his gigantic cock buried inside me ensured that.

I needed to get my head back in the game.

Off of Enzo, more specifically.

Mainly, I just needed to figure out a way to neutralize everything I was feeling.

It was all a lot.

But what we had was only sex. Just the first good sex of my life.

And I knew it had been good for him too. He’d made that clear.

But he left right after we got back.

So… yeah.

It was fine.

I’d figure it out.

Probably.

“What’s the Alpha’s cabin like?” Jake asked. “No one knows exactly where it is. Even his brothers don’t go there.”

“He only took me because it’s dangerous when I go through heat,” I explained quickly, worried they would think Enzo and I were closer than we were.

Fletcher didn’t look thrilled by my admission, but I didn’t see why it needed to be a secret. Everyone knew what I was. If scientists were ever allowed to use my blood, they might be able to make a lot more female werewolves.

Even if they didn’t, Enzo would eventually find out what my real gift was, and force me to turn a bunch of women for him. My life and the supposed freedom I was going to have were all ticking time bombs. None of it would truly last.

“Heat?” one of them asked.

I ended up explaining the process quickly, without any of the gritty details like knotting or how long it took. I also made up some BS about it only working on Enzo after we were mated, because Fletcher looked more like he was going to shit another brick with every piece of information I added.

Guess he wanted to keep it secret.

“Damn. So you didn’t even get a good look at the place because you were too busy screwing?” Jake checked. None of them asked too many questions about heat. They could probably see that Fletcher was pissed I was talking about it.

Fletcher growled a warning, and Jake lifted his hands, though his grin was wide and obvious. “Sorry, man.”

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