Page 53 of Ruthless Wolf

"If you choose to fight back, the Blood Born pack might help you."

I frown at her. "Isn't that what we’re trying to avoid? The pack doesn't need to know about Adeline's capture and how I saved her. You said it yourself. They’re going to hate me."

Fena rolls her eyes. "We don't have to tell them that. All we need to say is that the High Ridge wolves attacked us and we feel it's time to fight back.”

“Except they outnumber us,” I point out. “We'll be no match for them if we fight back now. I don't want more death on my conscience. It's the last thing I want for this pack that has accepted me. But I'm not going to run. I'm not going to show Adeline's brothers I'm a coward. This is my fight, my burden. I'll do this myself."

Fena addresses me with pity in her eyes. "You don't want to set yourself free, do you?"

Before I can answer, Adeline walks into the room. Fena sees her first because she's facing the direction of the bedroom.

"Hello, Adeline," Fena smiles at her, signaling with her eyes that I should look behind me.

I turn my head and the sight of Adeline pulls a sharp breath out of me. She's wearing Fena's sweatshirt which isn't long enough to cover her smooth curvy thighs, so sexy my cock tightens. Her messy hair falls down her shoulders, urging me to reach forward and snake my fingers through it, Fena or no Fena. My lips would find hers again and I suppress the groan of pleasure at just the thought of caressing her beautiful body.

"Hello, guys," Adeline answers, a delightful smile grazing her lips.

I take a deep breath and cross the room to her. She inches her face close to mine so I can peck her on the cheek.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine,” she says, even though she’s far from that. “I came out to make tea. Do you guys want some?"

"Sure." I brush a strand of her hair from her face. "I don't mind."

"What about you, Fena?"

The female wolf's grin stretches to the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, sure. Thanks, Adeline."

Adeline walks into the kitchen to make tea for us all. Fena hurries to my side and whispers to me. "Do you want to tell her about your plan?"

"No, of course not. Adeline is going to object."

"But you can't go behind her back to fight her brothers," Fena insists.

Adeline pokes her head out of the kitchen. "Sugar, Fena?"

Fena beams. "No sugar."

Adeline disappears into the kitchen again. I'm worried our whisperings will raise Adeline’s suspicion that we’re saying something we don't want her to hear. But it's best if she doesn't. Although this is her fight, I'm about to make it mine.

I glare at Fena. "She doesn't have to know so please, keep this to yourself."

"You're crazy to think I'll let you go on that suicide mission,” Fena huffs. She glances at the doorway to the kitchen. “Look, I'll gather some of my friends in the pack. We'll help you. You don't have to worry about doing this on your own."

Adeline returns with a tray of tea. She sets it down on the table in the sitting room and points to a red teacup. "That's yours, Fena."

Fena bends to take the cup. She sips a little from the tea and nods. "Perfect, Adeline."

"You're welcome. I hope you don’t mind. I rummaged through the kitchen.”

Fena thanks her with a soft, knowing smile. "It's okay."

Then Adeline looks at me, her teacup in hand. "I have a confession to make."

I'm just reaching for my tea. "What's that?"

"I overheard your discussion," Adeline replies.

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