Page 23 of The Wolf King's Mate

His gaze lowered and raised again. “Don’t you have a bra?”

“Some asshole threw me in the shower while I was wearing it. Those things take forever to dry.”

His jaw set. “No, then.”

“No.”

He scrubbed a hand over his face, and his stomach growled loudly. His hair was wet, and he smelled clean. He must’ve showered off after he got back from dealing with the rogue wolves—whatever they were.

Something told me I didn’t want to know how he dealt with them.

“That shirt’s not going to work,” he finally said.

“If you’re referring to my tits, none of your shirts are going to work. None of them are made for triple-D breasts.”

“There’s a black one. It has to be better than this.” He strode past me, and I stepped back to give him space.

I didn’t want to touch him if there was a way around i?—

My wolf tore through my skin suddenly, without warning. We had always shifted fast, the way the strongest wolves could. Weaker wolves took a few minutes.

She ducked out of the shirt and kicked off the boxer-briefs before she jogged down the hall, shaking out her highlighted brown fur. Like my hair, it was much lighter around her face, blending out naturally darker.

I heard the Alpha growl behind us, and then a gigantic black wolf was stomping behind us, growling and huffing like an angry kid.

He bumped my wolf’s side roughly, and she snapped her teeth at him. His growl cut off immediately, and he gave a whine, licking the side of her face. She rubbed up against him for a moment, until his stomach made a noise.

Then, she growled at him, and followed her nose down a few hallways.

I half expected the Alpha to reach out to me mentally and say something. He’d forced me into the pack when he scratched me, so we would be able to communicate that way if he wanted us to. Or if I wanted us to, I supposed.

But he didn’t say anything.

And I definitely wasn’t going to try to start a conversation with him. Even if I’d wanted to, I was shit with small talk.

The noise in the pack’s dining room died down as soon as we entered.

For some reason, their groupies and pack women weren’t there. Everyone in the expansive room was male, except me.

My wolf purred at the respect everyone showed with their sudden silence. Her mate nuzzled her side and lifted his head to glare around the room before he led her to a table nearby.

Someone loaded it with food quickly, and the wolves tore into it without manners, pause, or class. The noise in the room slowly returned, though never to its previous level.

My wolf was in heaven. Utterly in heaven. People were staring at her, and she didn’t have to be afraid. It was a truly terrible call, but shetrustedthe Alpha.

She was insane.

But she watched in admiration as Enzo’s wolf consumed far more food than she’d ever imagined anyone eating. Every time he noticed she wasn’t eating and nudged her back to the food, she ate more, with him.

When the Alpha finally slowed down, my wolf stepped off the table and down to the floor.

Then, she shifted.

Panic coursed through me.

I tried to yank the reins back, to stop her from giving me control, but had no luck. Skin replaced fur, leaving me bare-assed on the floor.

Silence struck again.

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