Page 92 of The Wolf King's Mate

“I had time to look around. It’s a beautiful cabin,” I said with a shrug.

They all leaned closer.

They wanted the details.

“There are three bedrooms,” I said, “But I only saw one. It was big. The bed was massive. There was a gigantic shower, and a bigsoaker tub. No dead bodies or severed limbs used as decorations, surprisingly.”

A few of the guys exchanged grins.

Enzo was both an asshole and an enigma, so I didn’t blame them for wanting to know about his secret sanctuary.

I would’ve been curious too. Hell, Iwascurious too. Even if I was trying to pretend otherwise.

“There were a surprising number of books,” I said, not sharing the genres. His love of spies was private. That detail was mine. “A massive kitchen, too. I’m sure you guys know that he likes to cook.”

Nods went around the table.

I itched to ask if they knew why he rarely ate in the cafeteria, but I was supposed to be his mate. I shouldn’t have to ask them why he preferred to cook his own meals so often.

Even if everyone knew he had basically abducted me.

“That’s really all there is to it. It’s just a nice cabin.”

Fletcher changed the topic to something about a training session they’d all been through, and they all welcomed me into the conversation like I belonged. Like I wasn’t just the wolf chick the Alpha had claimed with his claws. Like I was one of them.

Part of the pack.

It made me ache, in the best way.

sixteen

ASPEN

After we all ate,I asked to see Fletcher’s room. He was living in one of the rooms, in the new building everyone seemed excited about. The one I thought they might be imprisoning their groupies in, before.

My wolf finally stirred when the guys gave me a grand tour of the building. They pointed out multiple large common rooms with community kitchens that were always stocked. We stopped in a few gigantic game rooms that were almost all packed full of wolves.

Most of them looked like they were having a good time.

Those who didn’t still looked content. Calm. Safe.

We all hung out in one of the common rooms for a while, playing a card game I’d never heard of while snacks went around the large table. A few of the guys made s’mores over the gas stove. A mess ensued, and we all joked about it.

My wolf basked in the time with her pack. She’d never had that before, and she loved it fiercely. She wanted desperately to getout in the forest with them, but she wasn’t willing to cut off the bonding to make that happen.

After the first round of s’mores, one of the cooking guys presented me with a second one. He bowed his head with a dramatic, “For her Majesty, the Queen,” and laughter flooded the room.

Even Fletcher bit back a grin.

The mate bond didn’t seem so big or terrible if it came with card games, jokes, and s’mores.

Eventually,Fletcher and I ended up in his room. No one shared rooms unless they wanted to, according to the guys we’d been chatting with, but none of the rooms were big. Fletcher’s certainly wasn’t. It reminded me of a comfortable hotel room, nice, but only big enough for a bed, a closet, a small couch, and a bathroom.

I sat sideways on the couch, my feet resting on the cushions, while Fletch sprawled across the bed.

His forehead was creased.

Like usual.

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