Page 65 of The Weakest Wolf

I smile, but there’s no humor in it. “So that’s what you and Leo were doing?”

“So what if we were?”

“And the reason you saved yourself was me, I’m guessing? Holding out for the big prize as Luna of the Stone pack?”

“You’ve seen what this pack is like,” she says. “No one could blame me for wanting something more.”

She used me. That’s all this was.

I roll off her. “Looks like you gave up the only valuable thing you have to offer for no reason.” When she doesn’t move, I run my eyes over her naked body coldly. “And it turns out it wasn’t all that valuable after all.”

Her expression doesn’t change. But I wasn’t expecting it to.

What I thought was a mask wasn’t. It was just her.

She rises from the bed in silence.

As she does, my phone rings, and I answer it.

“Galen, that’s it, there’s no one else. Unless you can give me one good reason you—”

“Yes,” I say, my eyes on Sierra’s back. “Chloe is exactly the sort of Luna I’m looking for. Have her move her things into my room. We’ll have a mating ceremony when I return.”

“You sure? I thought that—”

I cut him off. “You thought wrong. I’ll be home tomorrow. I’m just wasting my time here.”

“Good. I’ll speak to you soon,” Dom says.

I hang up as Sierra is heading for the dresser. “No. Those clothes belong to me, and there’s only one thing I want in return. You give me what I want, you can take it all. Fuck, I’ll buy you more.”

She turns. Her face is like marble. Cold and distant. “I’m not telling you anything about Eden. Ask someone else.”

I push myself off the bed and stalk toward her. She doesn’t move, doesn’t retreat, just watches me coming. “No one can answer my question, becauseyouwere the one spotted in town with her.”

She gazes up at me with wide, innocent eyes. “Was I?”

It’s a battle to shake the answer from her. To force her to talk. This time I’ve had enough. Iwillget answers.

My wolf snarls as I close my hand around her throat. “Tell me,” I growl.

“No.”

I walk her back until she hits the wall. “Tell me.”

Her expression never changes. “No.”

“You would die instead of telling me?”

“If that’s what it takes. Yes.”

I lean toward her, struggling to believe that even now, even knowing I can’t trust a goddamn fucking word she says, I’m still as hard for her as if we haven’t been fucking the day away. “Then I’ll do it.”

I feel her swallow hard beneath my hand, but I can’t bring myself to squeeze the life out of her. When I do nothing, she lifts her hand and wraps it around my wrist. “Do it. You won’t get me to talk. So finish it.”

She means it. She’s willing to die over this.

My wolf falls silent, as stunned as I am because this level of resistance goes beyond anything I’d expect from an alpha wolf, much less a submissive.

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