Page 91 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

Being around Clay made me feel safe, and I just plainlikedhim. I didn’t want to screw that up.

So, that option probably wasn’t going to happen.

Which left me with one choice:

Accepting the wolf’s claim.

I let out a long breath and sat down on the floor of the shower. My arms went around my middle, my legs out in front of me.

Accepting Clay’s wolf wasn’t going to be simple. Clay hadn’t even realized that the wolf had claimed me. It wasn’t nearly as easy as just telling him I wanted to mate with him.

So… what was I going to do?

Closing my eyes, I forced myself to consider it.

Acting like I suddenly wanted to be together would definitely make him suspicious. And I would probably be shitty at it, too. Pushing him at all would go against my nature, and to be honest, it was probably unnecessary.

He and his wolf were both already possessive of me. He was the one who asked me to live with him and wanted to share a bed.

If I let him call the shots, he could slowly realize that he wanted more with me. Eventually, I was going to have to do something drastic so he would see that his wolf claimed me. But we weren’t anywhere near that point.

I bit my lip.

It seemed pretty safe to say that he was going to fall for me. Which sounded conceited but was still true. We were already friends, and we both knew we had a lot of chemistry. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine it turning into something more.

I just had to stop turning him down, and let him take what he wanted.

And that sounded… hot.

My lip popped free from between my teeth as I smiled.

Clay was going to be mine.

He just didn’t know it yet.

sixteen

NOVA

Clay was sittingon the couch with his laptop when I eventually emerged. His hair was wet from his shower, and all he had on was a pair of sweats. I could see a strip of the band of his boxer-briefs too.

He was probably working.

I eyed him, but I wasn’t sure I should just walk over and sit next to him. Would I have done that before I decided to accept his wolf’s claim?

I wasn’t sure.

Now that I needed to play along, I wasn’t confident how to do that.

Which was a problem.

“Come here.” He waved me over, and I tried to hide my relief.

I padded across the room in the clean t-shirt I’d put on after drying off. My hair was still dripping, and I hadn’t bothered with any of the other clothes he’d loaned me.

I sat down next to him, leaving a small gap between us. He turned his laptop screen so I could see it.

“You’re looking at expensive coffee machines? Since when do you drink coffee?” I checked.

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