Page 61 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

I have never strained so hard to listen through a door and wall as I use the bathroom, then brush my teeth and wash my face.

Kat is silent in the bedroom. I know she’s in there. I definitely would have heard the door creaking open and her footsteps on the stairs if she were leaving.

So what’s she doing?

Sleeping on the floor like before?

Or is she in my bed?

I’m leaving the bathroom when I stop, pull my T-shirt off, because she’s attracted to me. So, if this gets her to look, then she looks.

I push open the door.

She’s sitting up in bed, on the wall side, knees raised under the sheets, her brown braid hanging over her shoulder, and a book in her hands.

She has her head down and doesn’t glance up even once.

“How’s the bed?” I linger by the bathroom door.

“It’s okay.” She turns a page in her book.

Maybe my wolf was onto something when he suggested hunting a deer to impress her.

I flick off the lights and cross the room. At no point does Kat so much as glance at me as I climb into the bed on the other side.

I look down at my chest. Women like my chest. They likeme.

I give Kat a rapid glance, and fail to catch her subtly looking at me.

“What are you reading?” I ask her.

“An economics book.”

“To help you fall asleep?”

She shakes her head. “To help me with my job.”

“You know, you don’t have to work. I can provide for you.” We’re rich. And not because I worked hard for it. Our pack sits in a mineral area. Years ago, my dad leased a portion of that land to a mining company.

It’s the reason we have nearly two million dollars earning us more money in investments and interest. Other than the quarterly check-in with my financial advisor, I leave him to do what he does best—manage those investments—while I do what I do best, lead the pack.

She turns another page, distracted. “No, thanks.”

I’m sharing a bed with my mate and she would rather read an economics book than talk to me.

Or notice me.

I sit there, running through a list of things to say.

Flirting won’t work. Not with her. I feel it in my bones.

And I… I got nothing.

She yawns and closes her book, setting it on the bedside table before lying down and pulling the sheet over her.

I lie down, but I don’t close my eyes.

Who the fuck can fall asleep with their beautiful mate sharing a bed with them?

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