Page 86 of Wolf Mate

Priestess Olwyn clasped her hands together. “Prince Raffe, I didn’t realize you were doing deliveries on campus.”

He didn’t seem surprised to see her as he moved into our small kitchen and set the plates on the square wooden table against the wall. Granted, why would he be? His wolf nose had probably detected her presence.

An ability that would’ve come in handy before I’d opened the door.

“Nope, this is an exception,” he answered smoothly. “After the fatigue that hit Skylar last night, I wanted to make sure she ate before heading to class. How’sSlade?”

If I hadn’t been listening so closely, I might have missed the slight edge.

“He’s doing well. Thank you for asking.” Priestess Olwyn dropped her hands and focused on me again. “I’d better head back to the office, but I look forward to seeing you soon.”

“Thanks for dropping by.” I didn’t know what else to say, and I doubted she wanted me to rehash our conversation in front of Raffe. “And please let Slade know I’m sorry.”

Raffe growled. “You have nothing to be sorry for. He caused everything that happened last night. He should be apologizing toyou, not the other way around.”

Priestess Olwyn’s expression seemed strained for a moment before it slid back into neutral. “He’ll be in class today, so you can tell him all that yourself.” She patted my arm. “If you needanything, please call me. I want to make sure you feel welcome and at home here.”

Another dig at how the wolf shifters had handled my presence.

Raffe inhaled sharply, likely realizing the same thing, but she wasn’t wrong. Slade was the only person who’d been nice to me at first. “I appreciate it.” If she didn’t leave soon, I’d be pushing her out the door.

The tension in the room was so thick that I wanted to run and hide. I needed to understand why these two groups hated each other so much.

Priestess Olwyn left, and when the door shut, Raffe closed the distance between us. He cupped my face and stared deeply into my eyes. Between the buzzing and the way he looked at meas if I were his entire world, my head became foggy. The yanking in my chest strengthened, and I wanted to touch him all over like we had this morning.

“Did she threaten you?” he asked, examining me. “Fuck, I should’ve never left.”

Okay, horny Sky needed to retreat because Raffe truly was worried. I shook my head to clear it and remember how to speak. I gave him a rundown of what Slade’s mother had said.

I’d expected him to relax, but the more I spoke, the more his muscles tensed.

I was missing something. “What’s wrong? She was nice.”

“Her interest in you is unsettling.” He dropped his hands and huffed. “She has to know something more than what you told me last night, and she hasn’t informed us as she should.”

Guilt weighed me down. I’d promised Slade I wouldn’t share this information, but that didn’t feel right. Not with Raffe protecting me and the two of us being in a relationship. I needed to trust him, and he hadn’t given me a reason not to.

I grabbed his shirt and dragged him into my room.

I trusted Lucy, but I didn’t want to get her caught up in whateverthiswas … this grandstanding between the witches, Raffe, and his dad.

“Babe, I’m all for touching you again, but I’m more worried about what the priestess is using you for.” His forehead creased with worry.

To me, it felt like a challenge, so I shut my door and pushed him onto my bed.

When I straddled him, his eyelids hooded, and he gripped my hips and pulled me against him.

He was already hard, and my back arched, but I had to remember the real reason I’d brought him here. I moved so my lips were right by his ear and whispered, “I know what they know, but I need to know you won’t tell anyone. I can’t risk themnot sharing things with me, and your dad won’t tolerate it if he learns it.” After my brief meeting with him and with the way others talked about their king, I understood his dad would do what he wanted.

He stilled. “I swear. Just tell me.”

“Slade found a book a few days after I got here with some information about my heritage. He called me an arcane-born.”

He froze. “What sort ofbook?”

That was a strange question. “He called it aBook of Twilight.”

“Are you fucking serious?” he hissed, his body coiling. “Those were supposed to be destroyed.”

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