Page 13 of The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf
He chuckled. “That’s exactly what I called it this morning.”
She bent her head and appraised him with wariness. “What made you change your mind?”
Rafe groaned and pointed at his chest. “Incessant dogging inside.”
“What does that mean?”
“My wolf has been yipping at me with constant reminders not to screw up this opportunity. And what I’ve seen with packmates recently is that their mates were someone they’d least expect. Is that not the case here?”
“It is indeed,” she agreed.
“Despite all the complications and anguish, they wouldn’t change a thing.”
She grimaced. “Sounds like a major pain in the ass to bind yourself to someone who complicates your life that way.”
Rafe searched Mila’s eyes for any inkling that she might consider his ludicrous proposal, but found none. “They claim it’s worth it.”
Mila
Rafe was out of his mind. Did he truly think it was worth cavorting with an enemy just because he thought she was his mate?
What an idiot. Mila smiled to herself. He was nothing more than a typical male who was swayed by his dick over rational judgment. That was the only reason that Rafe would suggest the ridiculous idea of her staying with him.
He might be a fool, but she wasn’t. Once she’d gotten past the surprise of his insane suggestion, she contemplated the possibilities. She could use it to her advantage. If she had unprecedented access to the Franconia alpha, she could provide key insight. She could exploit his being blinded by lust over reason and spy on him for her pack.
No,her wolf protested.You’ll ruin the chance to be with our mate.
Yes, Mila countered, refusing to be swayed. Her father would be so proud of her. Her pack would finally hold her with some esteem. She could turn around her bungling up this mission to reframe it in a way in that she’d found a weakness to exploit—namely with critical access to their rival.
“How do you propose this might work?” she asked Rafe. “Where would I stay?”
“We have plenty of beds available.”
What exactly did he mean? “You’re not suggesting yours, I hope.”
His jaw twitched. “Of course not. We have a hotel.”
She couldn’t read his reaction with his expression now neutral. “I’d need to warn my father before he sends an army over.”
“Understood.”
He stood and paced, and her gaze was drawn to his masculine frame. She tracked him as he prowled like a powerful predator across the room and back again.
Ugh, that would not do. If she wanted her plan to work, she had to remain detached and only regard him from a safe distance, not drool over his impressive body. She was already playing with fire considering her wolf’s explosive reaction to this alpha male.
“You’ll need to tell your father that you’ve talked to me,” Rafe explained. “We’ve agreed to work together for one week to come to an agreement where we can all live together in peace once more.”
Mila pictured herself in that role, telling her father her plan. She’d be accomplishing something no other Sacco could do—not only infiltrating Franconia territory, but doing so in a way that she could get key insider knowledge—from their alpha.
She could prance with glee.
“I can do that,” she agreed. “But you must let me talk to him.” She raised her left arm to display the one still bound by magic. “You’ll have to let me free.”
Rafe raised his index finger and shook his head. “I can’t let you go. If I do so, what guarantee do I have that you don’t run?”
“I’ll think of something.”
“We can get Grayson and Lars to talk.”
