Page 1 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

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NOVA

My fistclenched tighter around the spiral binding of the sketchbook at my side as I knocked on the red door again. Harder.

My wolf whimpered and trembled inside me, hidden away as far from the surface as possible. She was usually scared, but at the moment, she had a good reason for being afraid.

When Clay didn’t answer, I raised my voice. “I know you’re in there, Savage!”

There was still no response.

I tried the door, and found it locked.

Asshole.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I tapped out an angry message with one hand.

Me

ANSWER THE DOOR

Clay

I’m not in my office

Me

I CAN SMELL THE LEFTOVERS YOU REHEATED

DON’T LIE TO ME

Clay didn’t respond to that, but the door to his office opened a moment later.

I forced myself not to react to his size, strength, and overall presence. The man was unbelievable. All three of the Savage brothers were.

Bigger and taller than any other werewolf I’d ever met, they were absolutely gorgeous. The three of them were close to identical with only small differences, and they all had the same dark hair, honey-colored eyes, and tan skin.

But havingoneof them obsessed with and stupidly overprotective of me was more than enough.

So, I just pushed past Clay on my way into his office.

“Come on in, Gorgeous” he drawled, shutting the door.

Clay was one of the very few people that Hunter, the Savage brother who was obsessed with me, didn’t try to stop me from being alone with, despite his nickname for me. Hunter trusted his brother, and for good reason. The triplets were ridiculously close.

I dropped the sketchbook on his desk as he took his seat again, grabbing his half-eaten bowl of yellow curry. It looked homemade, and smelled incredible, but I barely noticed it.

“Do you have a new tattoo design for me?” he asked, lifting his spoon to his mouth.

My friendship with Clay was… odd.

We both knew that.

It wasn’t even really a friendship.

After the shitshow that was my first time spending heat alone in Hunter’s basement, Hunter wouldn’t talk directly to me. I had no desire to talk to him, either. We went through Clay when we needed to communicate.

Clay had put an end to being our middleman pretty quickly, but by then, I had already realized that Clay and I were kindred souls of sorts. Damaged goods who kept everyone at an arms’ length.

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