Page 35 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

He’s frowning as he scratches his bearded jaw. “The feral wasn’t degenerating?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

His gaze is curious. “I see why you would want to bring the feral back instead of killing them immediately.”

“A couple of my enforcers picked up her scent almost immediately. That it was female was unusual, but it made sense when we found out all the males being killed had a link to her.”

“Alink?”

My wolf growls at this part of the story and, to be honest, I’m not happy about it either. “She dated them.”

Tagge halts before he can screw the frame. “Dated?”

“Yes.” I grind out. “No need to repeat it.”

The thought of Kat dating anyone makes me want to rip someone’s head off.

It shouldn’t piss me off this much to know Kat has been with guys before. She was a student living on campus, and she’s beautiful. Of course guys are going to be interested in her. It’s not like I haven’t christened my bed a time or two. It never bothered me to know the women I was with before had a sexual history. But with Kat, it’s different.

“When did you realize she wasn’t a feral at all?”

I stop building as I focus on the wood in front of me. “When she saved Leo from a rampaging and fucking scared shitless four hundred pound buck about to run him down.”

Tagge whistles between his teeth. “Four hundred?”

Troy, one of my enforcers, had startled the mule deer. He’d been setting a perimeter for the test Joy, another enforcer, had come up with to prove Kat wasn’t a feral.

I hadn’t believed Joy when she told me I was wrong about Kat.

It was my enforcer’s job to stop Kat from running off when she flunked the test and proved me right.

Kat had not flunked the test. She had seen right through the test, abandoning her escape to put her life squarely on the line by running at the deer and getting it to change direction so it didn’t trample a seven-year-old boy.

She had saved Leo’s life.

And all the little coincidences that hadn’t made sense at the time—my attraction toward her, my inability to stay away from her, the growing obsession I was having about her scent had coalesced into certainty.

She is my mate, and I hadn’t wanted to face up to it. By the time I’d realized it, I’d done so much damage she didn’t want anything to do with me. I keep trying to convince myself I haven’t fucked things up so badly that there’s no coming back from it.

I don’t know how to make things right. Or if I even can.

“I nearly killed her, and she saved one of mine,” I say.

My pack relies on me being right. Their survival relies on me not fucking up.

“So that’s the deal with the bed?” Tagge asks.

This bed will show Kat that I can make her happy.

“Just trying to make amends,” I say.

“You know, women like flowers and chocolates.”

I pick up the next piece of wood, determined to build the best damn bed anyone has ever seen. “After what I did to Kat, flowers aren’t enough.”

I don’t know what I was thinking before.

Scaling her apartment to give herflowers? After I nearly killed her?

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