Page 127 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Maybe.”

Enzo strode out of the kitchen with two plates in his hands. His jaw was set. He didn’t look happy, but he was bringing me food. Tons of it.

“Do you think the mate bond will make it easier for me to change people?” I asked both men, the phone still to my ear.

“I don’t know. I don’t think you should change anyone, ever again,” Fletcher said.

“We’ll see. I’ve gotta go, Fletch. I’ll get dressed and head out to find you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too. Don’t go easy on him, but… go easy on him.”

I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone.

Enzo sat next to me on the bed, but didn’t hand me my plate. He set it next to him instead, and cut the fried eggs.

When I reached for it, he swatted my hand away.

My forehead creased.

He filled the fork and lifted it to my mouth.

“I can feed myself, Enzo.”

“Open.” He lifted the bite to my lips, and I reluctantly let him feed it to me. “I talked to my brothers about the touch thing. Hunter thinks he remembers our father holding our mother when he needed her to recover faster after he beat the shit out of her once.”

My stomach tightened. “If that works, I could turn people more often. Whittle down that hundred-and-sixty years.”

One-hundred-sixty sounded better than five-hundred, so I was going to lean on that number rather than the other one.

“If.”

“Yes, if. All of this is unprecedented. But if I can do it without killing myself, I can fix things. Stop people from going rogue. Turn their mates. Nova could help, maybe. If she wants. Hunter could help her through it, if they?—”

“Hunter doesn’t want a mate. He’s not willing to play house to appease his wolf. He’s protecting her to satisfy the beast, and his wolf is laid-back enough to accept that.”

Oh.

Well, that was okay.

“I’ll just have to do it myself.”

Enzo growled, lifting another bite of breakfast to my lips.

When I swallowed, I asked, “Is that what you and I are doing? Playing house?”

“I don’t know.”

“It didn’t feel like that in the bar’s bathroom.”

His eyes blazed gold.

His wolf was at the surface.

He kept feeding me.

I didn’t bring it up again.

Obviously, he didn’t want to discuss it.

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