Page 34 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

Shaking my head at him, I finally shaved my second armpit. It also wasn’t soapy anymore, but I was careful.

Putting the razor down, I shut off the water. “This isn’t what I was talking about when I said we needed a DTR.”

He blinked.

I slipped out of the shower. Before I could grab my towel, he plucked it off the hook and draped it over my shoulders. It was so huge, it engulfed my body. That was one of the many physical pros of being mated to a rich asshole.

When I walked out of the bathroom, he followed me across the room and into the closet.

“What were you talking about?” he asked.

“This, for one.” I gestured between us. “You take a lot of liberties.”

He blinked again.

“You didn’t knock on the bathroom door before you came in, or check if I was comfortable with you watching me get dressed. You didn’t ask before you joined me in the shower. You literally abducted me out of our hotel room while I was asleep and covered in cum, even though you took the time to shower.”

His face reddened again.

That damn blush was going to kill my determination to be strong and independent. He was too freaking hot.

“I get that you’re a werewolf, and the possessiveness is unavoidable, but you don’t see me as your equal. You keep things from me and make decisions for me. I bet you haven’t even considered moving into my house when we get back to Crimson River. Actually, I bet you already paid someone to move my things for you, or you have a plan as to exactly how and when you’re going to move them yourself.”

The red on his cheeks darkened and spread.

I’d hit the nail on the head.

“When I said I wanted to define the relationship, I meant that I wanted us to figure out, together, what we’re going to do about our living situation and schedule. We need to make a plan to determine what being mated means for us. Nova said Clay is in the final stages of negotiation with the human government, so it’ll be safe for me to go back soon. I’d like to have a plan for that too, but I’m not just going to fall in line like the guys who work for you. I deserve to decide what my life looks like.” I grabbed a bikini and a pair of sweats.

Hunter lifted a hand to the back of his neck, the blush spreading over his neck. “I, uh,” he stopped speaking and cleared his throat. “I’ll need time to think about it.”

“That’s fine.” We had a few more days, at the very least.

Without another word, Hunter stepped back and left me in the closet.

It felt empty without him.

Lonely, too.

I just closed the door behind me and tried to ignore the feeling.

Somehow, things would work out.

Hopefully.

nine

OLIVE

I made myself a simple breakfast,then spent an hour in the pool before boredom drove me to look around for the entrance into the basement again.

After an hour of searching, I finally gave in and texted Hunter.

Me

How do you get to the basement?

Hunter

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