Page 94 of The Wolf King's Mate

He was right.

I knew he was right.

I ran a hand over the top of my hair anyway. It had dried weird after my shower, some parts straight and some parts wavy, but I didn’t care. No one in the pack had seemed to care either.

It wasn’t like I needed to impress anyone. Enzo wasn’t going to let me go, and he’d rather I look bad around his pack anyway.

“Alright, I’ll unblock them and call. Do I get to hear the full story of what happened at Creek, now?”

He grimaced. “No.”

I flashed him a glare.

He reluctantly launched into the story. When I glanced at the clock as our conversation came to a close, I made a face.

Nearly 1 AM.

“We need to call it a night.”

“Yup, need our beauty sleep for a big day of being trapped on your king’s land tomorrow,” Fletcher drawled.

“He’s not my king,” I corrected.

Fletcher didn’t look any more convinced of that than I felt.

“I’m kind of surprised he hasn’t come looking for me,” I added.

Fletcher grabbed his phone off the bed and scrolled through some messages. “It’s going to be a late night for him. I’m supposed to stay in the hall outside your room in my wolf form until he’s back.”

I picked up my own phone and turned on the screen.

No new messages.

My stomach clenched, just a little bit. “What’s he doing?”

What if he was in town, with another woman?

What if he’d wanted more after heat? What if I wasn’t enough?

I pushed away the ridiculous thoughts. Insecurity wasn’t my style. I had too many other problems.

And Enzo was the one who had claimed me. He said his wolf caught my scent and refused anyone else.

But he could lie.

Unlike him, I couldn’t sniff out the truth. I just had to trust him.

“Hunting rogues. Looks like someone went rabid a few hours ago. They took him down, but it took a while, and his pack had already scattered. I guess when one wolf goes rabid, another usually follows.”

Oh.

Damn.

There definitely wasn’t another woman, then.

Fletcher was oblivious to my insecurity, still scrolling through the messages. “Enzo’s still hunting, and they’re a few hours away from here. I doubt he’ll be back before the morning. I’ve heard how long these hunts can take even when there aren’t rabids involved. They’re being more thorough than usual right now.”

“So early morning is probably the soonest he’d be back.”

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