Page 57 of The Weakest Wolf

I imagine I’m in the shower with him and the thing that’s rubbing soap over his body is my hand. His eyes are needy as he sweeps his gaze over me, and when I close my hand around his cock, his eyes go half-lidded in pleasure.

In my hand, he’s like hot silk over steel, and he throbs the more I stroke him. Three long strokes later, he growls as he knocks my hand aside. His gaze turns predatory, but the kind that makes me breathless.

My back slaps the shower wall when he shoves me against it. And then he’s there, one hand wrapped around his cock, as he positions it between my thighs. One hard thrust and he—

Stop. What the hell is wrong with you? Just stop.

I force myself to turn from the bedroom door and get started cooking the breakfast so it’s ready by the time he’s finished in the shower.

For the next several minutes, I focus all my attention on scrambling eggs, frying up bacon, and making the toast and coffee. That’s all I allow myself to think about. Just breakfast. Nothing else.

I do such a good job that when I grab the bowl of eggs and toast and carry both to the dining room, I come to a sudden halt at the sight of Bowen, Neale, and Mitchell sitting at the table.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand.

With the benefit of hindsight, I realize I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut since it isn’t up to me who Galen invites for breakfast. Even if I don’t think he did invite them.

After he threatened to drag me back to the farmhouse the other night, he gave me a pair of sweats to wear and told me to pick a room. When any of the pack came anywhere near the house, he growled at them to fuck off.

So Galen couldn’t have invited them. Unless he’d done it earlier in the day.

Which means this has to be Bowen trying to worm his way into the beta position he probably believes I stole from him.

Bowen’s eyes skim my body, taking in my too-big t-shirt and black sweatpants I’ve had to roll up about a million times so it would stay up. “I could ask you the same question, but I have a feeling I already know.”

His leer makes me itch to hurl the eggs in his face. If I did that, I’d never see my necklace again, so I cross over and thump the two bowls on the table. “Well, you’re wrong. Since you had someone piss all over my cabin, it’s not like staying there was an option, was it?”

As one of the few members of the pack with money of his own—money he likely helped himself to after Kier killed our last alpha—his bright white t-shirt is like a spit in the face. He has everything he could want, and that’s still not enough for him. He always wants more.

“I had no part in that. But if you need a new cabin, there are more.”

I give him a hard smile. “But it’s going to cost me, right?”

He smiles graciously.

“Yeah, no thanks,” I mutter as I turn to leave.

Before I can turn all the way, he dips his hand into the small front pocket of his shirt and pulls out a silver necklace with a heart-shaped locket.

Mine.

My eyes fix on it. “That’s mine.”

“Is it?”

I tighten my hands into fists. “Yes, and you know it.”

The necklace disappears back into the same pocket. “Do I?”

I take a step toward him. “You know full well that—” A sudden presence behind me warns me to stop talking.

“Know what?” Galen asks.

Bowen’s eyes dare me to tell Galen about the necklace. He knows, just as I do, that I’ve had plenty of time to involve him. Yet I haven’t.

Galen would get it back from Bowen. I know that. He would kill Bowen too if I asked, but he’s already told me what that will cost me, and the price is far too high.

So I have to get the necklace and deal with Bowen on my own. Somehow.

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