Page 31 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

10:30 PM Tacos with Jordie Wise at Underground Taco

“Maybe he really is insane,” Aspen finally said.

A text came through from Hunter, followed by one from Charlie.

Hunter

Your night is booked

I’d suggest a shower before you leave

“It’s easier to clean that stuff out in the bathtub,” Sydney murmured.

Aspen made a face. “I don’t want to think about you being with my brother like that, but you’re not wrong.”

“Bath it is,” I agreed, opening the next message.

Charlie

I’ll meet you at the southern doors at 5:25. I’m driving and guarding tonight.

“That’s only twenty minutes from now,” Aspen said. “You look like you just got out of bed, and you never look like you just got out of bed unless you do it on purpose.”

“Guess we’re going to find out just how many guys in the city feel the same way about my appearance as the Savage brothers,” I drawled.

“No. You’re going to look sexy, whether you like it or not,” Sydney declared, plucking my phone from Aspen and tucking it in her pocket. There was soil on her hands from being out in the garden, but none of us cared.

She looped her arm through one of mine, and when she dragged me out of the throne room, Aspen grabbed my other arm. Together, they hauled me up the two flights of stairs and into my room, where they proceeded to force me into the bathtub.

Syd curled my hair in big, loose chunks while I tried to scrub Clay’s scent away—hopefully without giving myself an infection or imbalance of some kind. Thankfully, she managed not to drop the curling iron in the tub and electrocute me.

Aspen pulled three black dresses from my closet, each of them shorter and sexier than the last, and a set of my most scandalous underwear to go with them.

Neither of them knew much about makeup, so after I pulled on the revealing panties, I threw on a quick layer of tinted moisturizer and a cat-eye with eyeliner, plus some mascara. It took less than two minutes—I’d had a shit ton of practice. Makeup was good for tips when most of your clients were unmated wolf guys.

After a beat of hesitation, I went with the sexiest dress Aspen had found.

My best friends exchanged grins.

“If none of these men seem attracted to me tonight, you are going to be peeling my shattered confidence off the floor tomorrow morning,” I warned.

“They’re going to want you desperately,” Sydney promised.

“And we’re not going to bed until we get the full story tonight,” Aspen added.

Sydney’s timer went off, telling me I had to go. I glanced at the heels Aspen had pulled out of my closet, but I knew I wasn’t going to put them on.

My shiny pink combat boots were the shoes of my soul.

My friends’ grins were wider when they saw the boots paired with my short black dress. There were a few strategic cutouts in it, but the fabric was soft and casual, so it didn’t look fancy or elegant. And since I had pretty much nothing in the breast department, it wasn’t like anything was about to fall through the cutouts.

They were more fashionable than slutty—but I would definitely lean in to the slutty look if it led to finding a mate I actually liked.

All three of us made our way to the doors together, and after both women gave me quick hugs, Charlie led me out to his SUV.

It reminded me of Clay’s, but I pushed that son a bitch out of my mind before he could get comfortable there.

I was meeting with four guys who could become my mate that night—and I was going to try to enjoy it, no matter how much I was dreading it at the moment.

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