Page 24 of The Weakest Wolf

If I hadn’t returned from my run when I did, I wouldn’t have believed what this pack views as ‘fun’. From all the laughter I overheard, they seemed to be having a lot of it.

It’s just a mask.

Is there anything about this girl that’s real?

“You’re bleeding,” I tell her as if we both can’t scent the blood in the air.

She doesn’t even blink.

Is she in shock?

More blood trickles from her hairline. This time, I reach my fingers to her face.

Before I can touch the cut, she slaps my hand away. “Fuck off.”

“What did you say?” My voice is just shy of a whisper as I lower my hand.

I wait for my wolf to snarl at her tone, and her slap, but he’s strangely silent.

Her eyes narrow. “You heard me. This is what you wanted, and you got it. Now that you’ve taken in the show, you can do what everyone else has already done and fuck—”

I take her down to the ground. My hand squeezes the slim column of her throat. Not enough that she can’t breathe, but in warning.

Her expression doesn’t change. No fear. No terror. Just utter calm in the face of a move that would make a beta piss himself.

“Maybe the alphas you had before didn’t give a shit what you said or did. I’ll tell you something for nothing: I do.”

The defiance doesn’t leave her eyes. “I don’t care.”

It’s because I’m paying such close attention that I notice it.

I lower my head and inhale. Fear. Pain. Just because she’s hidden those things behind the mask she’s put up, doesn’t mean I don’t scent it on her skin.

They trigger a new reaction.

This time, it isn’t my wolf snarling with the need to protect. It’s the man.

I lean closer. “Should I call you little kitten instead of little wolf?” I murmur. “You get hurt and you try to scratch me with claws that aren’t fully formed yet?”

Her eyes flash, but they don’t shift. It’s just another sign that she isn’t what she pretends to be. If she were truly dominant, anger would draw her wolf to the surface.

Curiosity stirs.

Are her wolf’s eyes silver or blue?

My gut says silver.

“Come closer, and I’ll show you how fully formed my claws are.” But despite her words, she shoves me hard.

It’s not enough to move me. Now that I know how good it feels having her beneath me, I’m not going anywhere. “Where do you intend to use your claws?” I murmur. “I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to scratch my back up. I’ll let you guess what activity we’d be doing at the time.”

She swallows. A second later, the faint but alluring scent of feminine arousal tickles my nose. My cock hardens against her soft belly.

“Get off me.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you on me, that’s why,” she snaps.

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