Page 25 of The Weakest Wolf

“That isn’t what your body is telling me.”

“I am not the sum of my biological responses. They may rule you, but they don’t rule me.” She shoves again, harder this time.

“Kitten, that’s not doing a damn thing. And it won’t.”

“You won’t get in my pants,alpha. I’d have to let you, and it’d be a cold day in hell before that ever happened.”

I lower my gaze to take in her bare breasts. “From where I’m sitting, it doesn’t look like you’re wearing any.”

Her lips tighten, but she doesn’t say a word.

“Tell me what I want to know, Sierra,” I murmur. “Save yourself.”

She barks out a harsh laugh. “So that’s how it is? When the promise of sex doesn’t work, it’s right back to veiled threats.”

My gaze returns to the cut on her head. From her wet hair and damp body, it looks like they dragged her from the shower. “It would be in your best interest to tell me now.”

“I’m not telling you a damn thing. Get off me.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll—”

“You can’t move me, little wolf, not if I want to stay put, and you can’t argue your way out of this. How, exactly, do you plan on getting me to move?”

She’s silent.

“Perhaps you’re hoping pretty Leo will come to your rescue.” I lift my head to scan the surrounding cabins. Lights shine from a couple, but most are dark. Where those packmates are is a mystery I don’t care enough to investigate. “Because I have to tell you, I don’t think he’s coming. That or he just doesn’t care.”

“I don’t need anyone to fight my battles for me.”

“You don’t? Because I have to say, that’s not what I’m used to seeing in submissives. What exactly makes you so different from all the others?”

Her mouth twists in fury. “Because I’m not falling to my knees begging for you to save me, then there must be something wrong with me. Were you expecting tears?”

My jaw tightens.

“I’ll bet you were just crying into your coffee, cursing that you’d missed out on the pack’s fun with Eden and Melody. That the reason you want Eden back? You want a nice, subservient woman to kick about and order around?”

All I see is red. My world is awash in it. My hand, still gripping her throat, trembles with the effort it takes not to snap her neck. Which is when I see it. The mark on the hollow of her throat.

I stare down at the reddish bruise. “I see that playtime with Leo was the reason you failed to have my dinner waiting for me.”

There’s only one thing they must have been doing for her to have needed a shower.

Only one.

When my eyes return to hers, she doesn’t say a word, just gazes up at me with a new tension in her face and body.

“Tell me,” I snarl.

As she swallows, I feel her throat work. “I was with Leo.”

“Fucking?” My voice is all wolf, nothing remotely human in the sound.

My eyes return to the mark on her throat. I couldn’t stop myself from looking if I tried.

He put his mouth on her. Put his mark there.

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