Page 6 of The Wolf King's Mate

“You’re bigger than Fletch. There should only be three wolves bigger than him,” I explained quickly.

Big, Dark, and Sexy paused.

I kept moving backward, though I slowed a little more, so I wouldn’t set him off.

The guy finally said, “Most of our pack is the same size as Fletcher, or just a fraction smaller. All of the strong alphas join us.”

He said“our”pack. He couldn’t have been the king. Fletcher never would’ve referred to his pack as anything other thanhispack.

“I didn’t know,” I said. It was true enough not to tell him I was lying. I hadn’t known that their pack was full of gigantic men, even if I had known that most strong alpha wolves joined them.

The man suddenly started moving again—and covered the distance between us so fast, I didn’t have time to move.

His hand wrapped around my wrist. His grip wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t painful either.

He inhaled deeply, his forehead creasing as he took in a lungful of my awful-smelling perfume. He coughed, but the crease didn’t fade. “Who are you?”

“I told you, I’m the Creek Alpha’s sister.” It was taking a lot of energy to keep my voice even.

“Whatare you?”

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t answer.

“Tell me the truth, or you’re coming back to my pack with me.” He held my gaze with something that felt like a dare.

But he was going to take me back to his pack either way. If I told him the truth, he might realize I had somethingmoreto hide. I needed to act like being a female werewolf was my biggest secret.

I pressed my lips together.

The guy growled, grabbed me by the waist, and threw me over his shoulder.

Then he took off at a jog down my favorite trail.

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ASPEN

It tookevery ounce of control I had not to let my wolf turn my hands into claws and tear up the king’s brother’s back. If his hands strayed anywhere other than the backs of my knees, where they were currently located, I wasn’t going to be able to stop her.

But his hands didn’t stray.

He only took my trail for a few minutes before he turned down another one I knew well. It connected with a dirt road eventually.

Sure enough, we reached a dirt road ten minutes later. A doorless, roofless, offroad Jeep painted bright blue was parked right where we stepped out.

The king’s brother must’ve contacted the driver mentally, and the driver must’ve been nearby to reach us that fast. Their pack wasn’t located anywhere near the place I liked to run.

The Alpha Trio of every pack could communicate mentally with all of their wolves. I’d never experienced it, because I’d never actually been a part of a pack, but I knew it could be useful.

“Since when do we abduct groupies?” the guy in the driver’s seat asked, surprise evident in his voice.

My captor grunted. “Just drive.”

I hoped he’d throw me in the back seat or something. My wolf could survive a jump from a car moving fairly fast with minimal injuries, and she might be able to get away from the king’s brother.

Instead, he sat me on the middle console, with one thick arm around my waist.

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