Page 53 of Vicious Wolf Mate

“What’s wrong?” Mckenna asks, putting a hand on my knee.

I sigh. “Nothing. I’m just really tired.”

She stares at me for a moment.

“Are you still thinking about Drario?” she asks.

“How’d you know that?”

“I didn’t. I’m just guessing.”

“Hmph.”

“We have bigger things to worry about for now.”

“I know. I still can’t help but worry about what it means between our clans.”

“That’s if the clans will exist if we don’t stop my father. I’m sure Drario isn't dumb enough or resentful enough to go after you rather Insignys. Just like you worry about your clan’s well-being, so does he.”

“I haven’t seen him in years. What if he learned how to hold a grudge?”

“If he really cares about his clan, he would do what’s best for it. Even if it means keeping the truce with you. We’ll get to that bridge when we get there. For now, just please try to relax and not think about it.”

I smirk. “I know one way you can help me relax.”

She punches my arm. I feign hurt. Then she pouts and we both end up laughing.

Gnash gags. “Ugh. If you’re gonna be flirting, wait until you’re alone. Jax and I are here, y’know.”

“We’re not doing anything,” Mckenna says.

“Yeah, right. If you two start fucking back there I’m throwing you out the window.”

“Is that any way to talk to your Alpha?”

“It is when he makes his underlings disgusted.”

“You guys are more than underlings. But fine, we’ll stop even though we weren’t doing anything.”

He clicks his tongue and goes back to concentrating on the road. I lean against the window, staring at the scenery. We still have ground to cover before getting to Albuquerque. If it weren’t for the threat to our existence, this would feel like a road trip.

My mood sours instantly. I can’t even enjoy a fucking car ride. My mind keeps going back to all the problems we have to deal with. Drario, Insignys, the fucking government now.

No one continues to talk, leaving me alone to think again. I stare blankly at the window, waiting until we get to our destination. I try to get some shut-eye but my body’s just not built like that. I always have to be on alert.

The song on the radio gets louder. I look over at McKenna. She’s singing along with Gnash and Jax.

She nudges me. “Sing with us.”

“No.”

“C’mon it’s a song everyone knows.”

“I haven’t heard this song since I was 17. We’re not teenagers anymore.”

Mckenna ignores me and sings a bit louder. She lifts her eyebrows with each word, looking directly at me. I keep shaking my head no, and her nudges get harder and more frequent.

I am exasperated. But I start singing along with them, feeling stupid. Soon enough, the lyrics flow out of my mouth and I even smile.

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