Page 5 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

He leaned in further, and went still.

I looked at Clay with a question in my eyes.

He shrugged.

We waited.

A few minutes later, Hunter finally stepped back. His voice was strained, and he looked at Clay, not me.

“I don’t smell anyone but her.”

I bit my cheek, reminding myself that I didn’t care what he thought about me. Or how little he wanted to do with me, despite his wolf’s obsession.

“Do you feel anything?” Clay checked.

Hunter was the Gamma, which meant he would get feelings when the pack was in danger. It was a little weird, but we were werewolves. Weird was to be expected.

“No.”

“It’s just an empty threat, then,” I said, stepping past Hunter.

He took a quick step backward, moving away from me like he was afraid I’d accidentally touch him or something.

I ignored him, taking a seat in my car. “If I’m not in danger, I’m going to work. See?—“

Hunter plucked the sketchbook I’d been gifted out of Clay’s hands and lifted it to his nose.

His chest rumbled unhappily. “This is the one he left here?”

“Yeah,” Clay agreed.

Hunter inhaled again, deeper.

Then shoved it back at Clay, and stripped his shirt over his head. I looked away before I could see him take off the cargo pants he always wore.

I didn’t need any help being attracted to my least-favorite Savage brother. Or the other unmated one. Hell, or the mated one.

They were too prettynotto be attracted to them.

I heard paws on the pavement a moment later, and when I looked back, Hunter was gone.

“Guess he smelled something,” Clay said with a shrug. “If you want to stay here, you can, but your security team is on the clock so you should be fine.”

“I’m going. It’s probably just an empty threat, anyway.”

“Probably,” Clay agreed, though he didn’t look convinced.

I didn’t feel convinced, either.

The fact that my stalker had gotten through Hunter’s insane security at all was concerning. Especially after more than a year of silence on their end.

Why had they started again now?

And why were they willing to risk the Savages’ wrath to bother me?

I didn’t know.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to, either.

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