Page 62 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

“Why did you think a dead deer would impress me?” she asks.

I look over at her.

Her eyes are closed.

I angle my head to face her. “My wolf thinks it would impress your wolf.”

She opens her eyes. “And did your wolf also tell you that if you kept flexing your pecs, I would also be impressed?”

“Youwerelooking.” I move toward her, grinning.

She lifts a finger. “You were making strange shadows on the pages of my book. Don’t youdaretry to kiss me, Wolf King.”

Fuck. When she calls me that I want to pin her to the nearest flat surface and never let her up again. “And if I do?” My voice is husky as I flick my gaze to her lips.

The finger elongates, becoming a razor-sharp wolf claw.

I knew she had to be an alpha wolf. Definitely not a beta wolf. Seeing her level of control means she’s far too dominant to be anything less than an alpha.

“Human-wolf,” she says.

And I can’t help but grin.

We all learn the three forms in the schoolroom.

It’s easier for the pups to understand things in simpler terms when they’re young. And all pups know human-wolf is a human with wolf claws. It’s a partial shift that only an alpha or beta, the most dominant shifters can do because of the level of control it requires to keep your body human but change only a small part of you.

“Lessons with Gregor are always fun.”

“I took notes and everything.”

Her expression is serious, though her tone dry. I like my mate’s sense of humor.

"You said you would not forgive me, even if I begged. Does that still hold true, mate?" My eyes dip to her lips.

"It is. Good night, Wolf King." She pauses. "And I sleep with one eye open should you even think about stealing a kiss."

My amusement fades when I recall standing with my back to the kitchen wall earlier this evening, head tilted to the side as I eavesdropped on a conversation no shifter would ever want to hear.

Their mate asking if there was a way to break the bond between them.

She hadn’t known I was listening.

One of the kitchen staff had walked out, nearly right into me. I’d lifted one finger to my lips in a sign to keep quiet when they’d started to talk to me.

And I continued to listen to Marisa tell Kat about mates, about the mate bond being unbreakable and only death that could sever it.

Then I returned to the dining room when Kat started heading my way, and I’d pretended I’d been talking to Finan all that time.

I’d been surprised Kat would have come to our room after what I heard.

“You look surprisingly serious,” she says, sounding suspicious. “You’re not planning anything to do with me, are you?”

“Tell me about Doug.”

She blinks. “Doug?”

“Yeah.”

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