Page 27 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

I wave when she reaches the right point.

She looks down at where her hands are, and her eyes widen. “Holy shit.”

“This is mortifying,” I say, then continue looking through rooms.

“And how was the sex?”

“Sex?” The word comes out a squeak, then I regard her suspiciously. “How do you know?”

She lifts a brow. “We’re shifters, Faye. You smell like you spent the night being fucked by them up one side and down the other.”

Oh, shit. The council must have been aware of that too.“Is it that obvious?”

She winces. “Maybe only because I’m so close to you and know your smell. I’m sure no one else will be able to tell.”

Well, this is mortifying.

“So, how were they?”

I take a deep breath and the words just rush out, “They were amazing.”

“And it was your first time, right?”

I nod, feeling embarrassed.

She squeals. “Your first time, and you got to be with the Cadillac of men. The fantasy of all women. You lucky bastard, you.”

It’s impossible to ignore the heat flaming my face as I open another door, not spotting a single basket.

“So, does this mean the three of you are,” she lowers her voice and looks around, “really together now?”

I freeze, and our gazes meet, something inside of me feeling achy and raw. “No, we’re still the same. We just… had a little fun. It didn’t mean anything.”

“To you or to them?”

“Both,” I say, feeling uncomfortable.

“Are you sure?” she asks, looking doubtful.

I hesitate.Am I sure?“I don’t know. I have my cabin. My plan. And they have their lives to go back to.”

“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind,” she says. “Love has a way of changing things.”

“They didn’t say anything about changing their minds, or about love,” I say.

“And how do you feel?”

How do I feel?“I don’t mind. I just know that my plan is simpler than any situation that involves them. I don’t need any complications.”

She lifts a brow. “None of that suggests you don’t want to be with them.”

I sigh. Opening a door, I spot a table full of baskets and head towards it. “All I know is that there’s no point in wanting them if they don’t want me, especially when my cabin and my plan makes so much more sense. I mean, what would life even be like with them? Would we live on Ezra’s pack lands, because Cayson can’t stand his dad? Would we help him run things and build a family near his own family home? Would Cayson’s dad slowly see Cayson for what he is, and then we’d be helping to run his pack too?”

“It seems like you’ve thought about this,” Addilyn says.

I glance at her in surprise.Have I?“I didn’t realize I had.”

“Do you think you could be happy with them?”

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