Page 72 of The Wolf King's Mate

“The ones who go rogue are all mated to humans. It’s not the way we’re made. Immortal wolves aren’t supposed to make vows to mortal women. It fucks with their minds, and eventually, breaks them.”

“Why don’t you have laws against it, then?”

“How would I enforce them?”

It was a good question.

“And my father tried that. The moment he announced that it would become illegal, there was a massive surge of men claiming human females. It’s not a problem for us to fuck them, or even necessarily have pups with them, but claiming them goes against what our wolves can handle. Wolves mate for life.”

Oh.

Wow.

“How would we fix the problem, then?”

“Figure out how to make female wolves ourselves. Remove humans from the city entirely. Make sure everyone understands that if they choose a human mate, they choose an early death when they inevitably go rogue.”

If those were the only options, I could never tell anyone what I could do. As soon as he realized I could turn women, he’d use me exactly the way I had always thought someone would.

I needed to be careful. Really, really careful.

“Then you should’ve asked me to give my blood to the doctor,” I said.

“Not until I’ve made you mine.”

So there was an expiration date to his protection.

As soon as the bond was sealed, he would stop keeping me safe.

…Which meant I should probably figure out a way to drag out the time before we sealed our bond.

“So you don’t have a human mate. I’m sure you fuck groupies sometimes, though,” I said, staring out the window. “Are any of them attached to you?”

“Of course not. You’re aware that I’m a difficult male to be attached to. My wolf is worse than me. He typically only gives me about ten minutes with a woman before he decides he’s ready to bite her head off for smelling wrong.”

He clearly didn’t have that problem with me.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. “How many males have you fucked, other than Silas?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

His jaw clenched, and he let out a slow breath. He was trying to calm himself down. Or calm down his wolf. “I’ll trade you for the information. Something you’ll want to know.”

“What kind of information?”

“If I tell you that, you won’t have to trade me.”

“Fine. You go first, though. And if yours isn’t juicy enough, I’m not sharing.” My answer to his question wouldn’t make him mad. It would probably cool him down, so I wasn’t opposed to sharing it. I just wanted to know what he had to tell me.

“Hunter came up here for a security tech conference a few months back.”

“Here, as in, your cabin?”

I hadn’t smelled Hunter there.

“No, he stayed in a hotel room. No one uses my cabin but me. It’s the only place I go to get away.”

“Okay. And?” I prodded. If that was his juicy information, he was going to have to try again.

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