Page 67 of The Weakest Wolf

Surprisingly, they’re real ones. Just not for the reason I told Bowen.

Another large tear slides down my nose and drips onto my bare knee.

I pull the blanket tighter around me. A second later, Bowen brushes the blanket aside before he places his hand on my knee. “It’s good that you came to me. I’ll do everything I can to protect you.”

Fighting back a shudder, I turn to give him a meek smile.

How could I have gone from having the sort of sex I never believed was even possible with a guy who couldn’t seem to get enough of me to this?

When I remember the catcalls, the laughter, and the yells from the pack, the humiliation rises over me again. And the shame. It would’ve been less painful if Galen had just strangled me to death.

My wolf is buried so deep inside me that I can’t feel her. She was so afraid.

I have to kill Bowen tonight. Now. Staying here even a night longer is impossible. I read the dark looks the guys aimed my way. I know what they would do to me.

Another tear slides down my nose, this time landing on Bowen’s hand.

Someone thumps on the door.

“What!” Bowen snaps, still not taking his hand off my knee.

The door swings open and Neale steps in.

“That wasn’t me giving you permission to enter,” Bowen says, as he twists to face the open door.

I inhale the fresh air when it drifts in. It’s not that Bowen smells bad. He’s one of the few who washes regularly and his cabin is probably as clean as mine was.

But his cleanliness is a product of his need to control everything. Mine was the need to scrub off the Stone pack taint. I guess we both failed.

Neale’s eyes linger on my breasts before he turns his full attention to Bowen. “I thought you might want to know that Galen has gone.”

Bowen stills beside me. “What do you mean, gone?”

“Saw him walk out with his bag. I sent Russell to see where he went, and he came back and said his truck is gone. Looks like he bailed.”

I can’t believe it.

But maybe I should. Just because he didn’t find out about Eden, that doesn’t mean he left empty-handed.

Guess it really is all about the thrill of the chase.

Now he’ll be spending the next few nights filling his friends in on how he fucked a virgin. After, he’ll be living his best life with the perfect Chloe.

When Bowen takes his hand off my knee and rises, I barely even notice.

I’m so stupid. I knew sleeping with him was a bad idea.

Bowen crosses over to Neale. “You’re sure?”

Neale nods. “Yeah. I took a quick look around the farmhouse, and other than rumpled sheets.” I feel his lecherous gaze sweep me from head to toe. “He left nothing behind. He won’t be coming back.”

And I can guess who our new alpha is going to be.

Bowen.

No one else will fight him for the role because he’s now the highest-ranked shifter in the pack, and a lot of that is due to me killing off his competition.

“Hmm, I want you—” He stops talking when I get to my feet. “Sierra?”

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