Page 34 of The Wolf King's Mate

Emotion stung my eyes anyway.

Me

We’re not mated yet

I still might be able to get out of it

Fletcher

I think we’re outclassed here

I’ll try to come up with a way to get you out, but you need to try to find a way to make him care about you, so you can still have a good life

Me

He told his people not to look at me, Fletch

He wants me to be a princess living in a tower

Fletcher

Better trapped in a tower than dead

Me

Has the pack come around?

Fletcher

Not yet

I’ll figure it out though

Goodnight. Be careful

I wiped my eyes again, angrily, as a few tears fell.

Everyone was alive, but things weren’t okay. I was locked in the Alpha King’s bedroom, without any of my clothes or other things. My brother, who was my best friend, could lose his pack because of me. And despite what he’d said, finding a new one wasn’t easy. Not for an Alpha as strong as him. He’d have to start from scratch, and everyone he knew was in Creek.

A packless Alpha was a bomb waiting to detonate. Not safe for anyone. If he couldn’t find people to join him, he’d have no choice but to turn to Enzo’s pack.

At least Silas was alive.

I shut the TV off and curled up with a thick, squishy pillow. Like everything else in the bedroom, it was fancier than I was used to, and smelled amazing. The Alpha was a bastard, but he smelled good. Really good. I hated myself for liking that.

For liking anything about the situation.

I was a prisoner.

A princess in a tower was safe, but safe didn’t mean happy. I knew that better than anyone.

At some point,I must’ve fallen asleep snuggled up with the delicious-smelling pillow. Because at another point, it was replaced by a bare, even better smelling chest.

I only woke up briefly. Some part of me realized that the Alpha had pried the pillow out of my arms and pulled me against him, but it felt so good, so right, that I didn’t care.

When I eventually woke up andforced my eyes open, I found a pair of golden eyes staring at me while a big, warm hand moved slowly over my back.

I was literally wrapped around him. My leg was draped over his erection—covered by a pair of sweats, thankfully—but I could feel that I was a little slick against his chiseled abdomen, my legs open so wide that he had to have been able to feel everything. Not to mention smell it.

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