Page 97 of The Wolf King's Mate

My mom was terrible at acting as if she liked people she didn’t.

Enzo made a noise of agreement anyway.

Apparently, he was even worse than she was at pretending to like people. That wasn’t shocking, though. I was pretty sure Claywas the one who handled social interactions when they needed to work with other people.

Enzo shook my father’s hand too, and I made eye contact with Fletcher. Though his face hid what he was feeling, his blue eyes were bright with humor.

Our parents left without bothering to exchange more pleasantries, and as soon as they’d turned down a road that was concealed by trees, Fletcher laughed loudly. “They hate you.”

The words were obviously for Enzo.

Part of me wondered if the king would retaliate, but he just grunted. “That was inevitable.”

“You stole my sister and got me kicked out of my pack. Of course it was inevitable.”

I bit my lip to hide my grin.

The king grabbed my hand and told Fletcher, “I’ll let you know when I need you again.”

My humor faded as Enzo all but dragged me back to the Lodge, and right to our room. The door shut behind him, and then his body was on mine, pinning me to the wood.

My eyebrows lifted as my arms went slowly around him.

More whiplash.

Seriouswhiplash.

Overflowingwhiplash.

I needed a lifejacket or a neck brace or something.

“A warning that your parents were here would’ve been nice,” he rumbled.

“I didn’t know if you were even coming back.”

His grip around me tightened. “Of course I was coming back. I told my enforcers I was on my way.”

“I’m not one of your enforcers,Alpha.”

He growled at my use of the title. “I assumed they would tell you.”

“Did you ask someone to do that?”

His grunt was a clear no.

“Well, I have no idea which of these guys have which rankings, let alone who you’ve assigned as enforcers. So who would I ask?”

“I don’t know.”

“Neither do I.”

Enzo finally relaxed his grip on me, just a little. “I have responsibilities. I can’t stay here all the time.”

“When did I ask you to stay all the time? Or to stay at all?”

“You just?—”

“I’m not the bad guy, Enzo,” I interrupted.

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