Page 66 of The Weakest Wolf

It has to be a bluff.

To test her, I squeeze. “Tell me.”

She shakes her head. The defiance never leaves her eyes, not even when she starts to choke.

I tear my hand away and spin around, squeezing my eyes shut. Her gasping breaths taunt me.

What the fuck is this place doing to me?

I have to leave. Now. “You don’t want to tell me. Then don’t. I’ll find her another way.”

And then I’ll be back to deal with this pack for what they did to Melody.

“I don’t have any clothes.”

I peer over my shoulder, my voice hard. “Then it looks like you’re going to have to find someone to trade with to get some. Doesn’t it?”

Shaking her head, she turns and stalks out, her long dark hair falling around her naked body.

I watch her go, and something—I don’t know what—compels me to follow her at a distance to see what she will do.

She never hesitates. Just shoves the door open and disappears outside.

The catcalls start immediately. But it’s as if Sierra is as blind to the men gathered outside the cabins as she is to her own nakedness.

My eyes track her as she heads for the biggest cabin. After climbing the steps, she knocks twice on the door.

The door swings open at once, and a snarl slips free when Bowen's lean frame fills the doorway.

He lowers his head, and even from several feet away, I read the lust in his eyes.

My wolf snarls, and I snarl back.

She is not for me. She never was.

I don’t know what Sierra says. If she says anything at all, it’s too low for me to hear her. But whatever it is has a slow smile creeping across Bowen’s face. He doesn’t respond, just takes a step back and holds the door open.

Sierra slips past him and disappears inside.

As if Bowen feels my attention, he lifts his head. He must’ve picked up my scent on her body to know what we were doing before she went to him. Maybe he’s waiting to see if I give a shit about Sierra going from my bed to his.

I don’t care.

So I turn away from Bowen and close the front door behind me.

As I make my way down the hallway, I can’t shake the memory of Sierra disappearing into Bowen’s cabin out of my head.

She isn’t yours. Soon, you won’t even remember her name.

Back in the bedroom, I head straight for the dresser and start packing.

I didn’t bring much, so it won’t take long to pack and get the fuck out of this place.

15

SIERRA

As I sit on a black leather couch with a blanket that smells like Bowen wrapped around my shoulders, tears stream down my face.

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