Page 41 of The Weakest Wolf

When I stepped out of the farmhouse, the body I tossed out the night before was gone. It took no stretch of the imagination to guess who had been responsible for the clean-up. Bowen’s easy acceptance when I told him I didn’t want to see him or any of the others in the farmhouse only confirmed it in my mind.

I’d wanted everyone away so I could interrogate Sierra about Eden, but her and Bowen’s confrontation means that’s now all but impossible.

She isn’t going to be talking about anything.

When I don’t speak, she starts to walk away. I grip her wrist, halting her.

Although her eyes dart to mine, they almost immediately return to the table. “What were you and Bowen talking about?”

“Nothing.”

“You were accusing him of taking something. What did he take?”

She tugs at her arm. “He didn’t take anything. Let me go.”

I tighten my hold on her slender wrist. “He—” My ringing phone cuts through my sentence and I grab it with my free hand. “What?”

“What about Chloe?” Dom asks.

I continue to study Sierra. She’s in the same coffee-stained pink t-shirt and shorts again.

Why doesn’t she have any clothes? I’ve seen Bowen wearing more clothes than I have seen her.

“No.” I hang up before Dom can ask me why I’m rejecting the pretty honey-blonde who would be any alpha’s dream Luna. Intelligent, loyal, and beautiful, there’s no reason for me to say no.

When I walked away from my father’s pack and eventually created my own, she’s the woman I would have chosen if I’d had any interest in anyone but Melody.

Dom knows that.

Then why not Chloe?

“If Bowen took something from you,” I say as I search her expression, a task made all the harder by her refusal to meet my gaze, “I can get it back for you.”

She chokes out a laugh. “I see, and what will it cost me?”

The lust in Bowen’s eyes made it clear just what sort of offer he was expecting her to make. “Not whatever Bowen was offering,” I say. “He took something from you. Maybe you want him dead?”

What the fuck am I doing?

Those aren’t the words I intended to say, but they’re the first that have her lifting her gaze to meet mine.

Her expression is just as unreadable as before, but my offer has triggered a response.

I feel it.

It can’t be outrage because she isn’t fighting to get free, so it must be something else.

“You would kill him? For me?”

I’d kill him for me. And I will… eventually.

I shrug. “I could.”

Her eyes search my face. She doesn’t speak for so long that I know she’s thinking about it.Reallythinking about it.

She wants this.

She clears her throat. “And in return, you’ll want something from me.”

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