Page 64 of The Weakest Wolf

Lie.

“You have no desire to climb on top of me and ride me until you scream?”

She bites her lip as if to stop herself from saying what we both know she wants. “No.”

I’m ready to tell her I would have no complaints when my cell phone rings. During one of our food breaks, I grabbed my phone from the kitchen and left it on the bedside table in case Dom needed me. I reach for it now.

I know why Dom is calling, and I can think of better things to do than get into an argument about Chloe, so I end the call and return the phone. “So…?”

Sierra raises her eyebrow. “Won’t Chloe be upset?”

Do I detect a touch of jealousy?

“She’ll survive.” I swallow my smile and reach for her. “Now, where were we?”

She sits up. “I was leaving.”

I circle her wrist. “To go where?”

“To shower, to dress, you know? We’ve been here all day.”

“Because you’re jealous.”

Her jaw tightens, but her gaze remains cool. “Because we can’t spend forever in bed having sex. I’m sure you have things to do. I know I do.”

Despite her tugging harder, I don’t release her. “Things like getting that necklace back from Bowen?”

“I don’t know what—”

Her fucking mask snaps back into place.

“You’re talking about?” I interrupt. “I hear that a lot from you.”

“Then if you’d accept it the first time I told you, then I wouldn’t need to keep repeating myself,” she snaps.

Something is going on here, not just in this pack, but with Sierra Stone. Something she is desperate for me not to know.

I pull her back into bed and roll over her, trapping her beneath me. “You’re never with the others. Why do you stay?” She doesn’t say a word. “Tell me about that necklace. Who gave it to you?”

Her eyes dart away from me, settling on my right ear. “Why, jealous?”

I grip her chin and force her gaze back to mine. “Not jealous,” I lie. “But I have a feeling there’s more to it than some boyfriend gave it to you. You said your mom is dead. Did she give it to you?”

For a split second, I’m convinced she’s going to tell me. The hardness in her eyes, the determination to stay strong even when she’s in pain wavers. A hint of vulnerability creeps in.

But then she blinks, and it’s gone. “You know, I thought it was usually the girl who wants to talk about feelings after sex. Not the guy.” She raises her eyebrow. “And especially not an alpha.”

“This isn’t me wanting to talk about feelings. This is me getting to the bottom of what you’re so determined to hide.”

“I thought you were determined to find Eden, or what? Now you’re getting some, your sister no longer matters?”

I know what she’s doing. I know because once I did the same thing to everyone around me. Dom. The rest of my pack. I kept them all at bay by using an attack as a form of defense.

That doesn’t mean her words don’t strike true. Because they do.

“Funny you should be the one to bring that up. What exactly were you and Leo up to? Because it wasn’t what you were so desperate to have the rest of us believe.”

“Considering where you had your tongue earlier, you could probably guess what we were up to.”

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