Page 29 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

“The fact that you care what she deserves says a lot.”

“Shut up.”

Clay laughed.“Fine. I’ve got to get back to the contract for the humans anyway. Just think about this—you made your choice when you took her to bed, knowing you were obsessed with her. And if she was the one who had lied to you about your safety, you would be livid. Either way, you’re mates. You can work it out now, or you can keep suffering until you do.”

I pushed him out of my head, and he didn’t put up a fight.

My wolf snarled and snapped his teeth at me—then took control of our body. It didn’t take him long to shake my clothes off, or to break down the locked door.

Wood splintered as he stepped through, bounding toward the theater room.

Olive was already in the hallway when he found her.

She’d probably heard what he did to the door.

Her expression brightened when she saw my wolf, and when he rubbed up against her side, she stroked his fur.

“Got tired of waiting for your human to stop being an ass?” she teased.

He licked her hand and arm. And her bare hip, left exposed by the cropped tee and cotton shorts she had on. Both were damp, and the image of the bikini she had on beneath it was burned into my mind.

She was so fucking gorgeous.

“I’m in the middle of a mystery show. Want to watch?” she asked.

He nudged her toward the room, and she laughed as he made her walk back to the place she’d been sitting. It was a loveseat, so he didn’t hesitate to hop up right beside her and drop his entire upper body on her lap.

She rubbed his head and ears as she started the show again, and my wolf only managed to stay awake for a minute or two before he was out like a light.

We needed her more than I wanted to admit.

The soundof Olive’s stomach growling woke my wolf up. He still had a strong hold on our body, and I was too exhausted to fight him on it.

He gave a drowsy growl at her abdomen, apparently angry at it for being hungry. He wanted to take care of her, and her hunger was a clear sign he was failing.

“I need to make dinner,” Olive said, her expression a little tired too. “You can sit by my feet if you want.”

My wolf growled at her.

Her forehead creased in confusion.

He pushed down on her thighs with his paws. I was pretty sure he was telling her to stay put, because a moment later, he was trotting through the house.

After a quick stop in the kitchen and a small struggle with the refrigerator, he went back to the movie room with a large Tupperware held between his teeth. Olive was already on her feet and about to leave when he got there.

He put the plastic container in her hands, and she took it with surprise. “You want me to eat the food your human made?”

The wolf bumped it with his nose.

“I’m supposed to be independent until he apologizes,” Olive said.

He bumped it again. Harder.

“Alright.” She held up a finger. “Only once. He still lied to me.”

The wolf seemed satisfied as he stepped back and nudged her toward the door.

She walked down to the kitchen she’d claimed, transferring the food to a plate and reheating it. When she sat down at the dining table alone to eat, my wolf took the chair next to her, once again dropping half his weight on her lap. She smiled, and didn’t push him away.

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