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My wolf hasn’t been awakened for very long, but she knows we would do the same to anyone who tried to hurt our pack. It’s instinctive, primal. Very much so like the heat.

“How could I ever refuse?” I ask him.

He leans in close and kisses me. His touch is much gentler than the bruising passion that was running through him when we ended up fucking in the hallway. That was an emotional release.

This is just because he loves me.

He breaks the kiss, and I take his hand. “Come on. We need to get some sleep.”

Chapter Eighty-Three

Oscar

Idon’tfindalight switch when I search the wall, and it doesn’t take too long to realize the room isn’t actually a room. It’s too cramped. Windowless. There’s no light in here.

It’s a fucking closet. And an empty one at that.

When I sit down, I can’t stretch my legs out all the way before my feet hit the door.

I lean back against the wall, trying to work out what the hell’s going on.

It’s impossible. Nothing feels like it makes sense anymore.

Why did the Alpha of this pack go to all the trouble of bringing me here, just to lock me away in a closet? Is it supposed to be a test? Some weird game?

Or he’s literally storing me away like a jacket, to bring me out again when he needs me?

Fuck knows. I’m too tired to care.

So, I just sit there, trying not to think about anything.

Maybe he’ll come back for me. Maybe he won’t.

I’m not sure which thought is worse.

I never asked for a new Alpha. I had a pack, and we were fated.

Whatever he wants from me is going to feel wrong. I don’t want his mark. I don’t want to be here in his stupid castle, even if it doesn’t involve living in a closet. He could give me the biggest room with the most jaw-droppingly-impressive chandelier and it wouldn’t fucking matter.

Nothing beats being with the people you’re meant to be with.

Leaving me here to die would be preferable to being brought out of here and marked by someone I have no desire to belong to. So, he’s probably not going to do that.

I guess I could try to escape. I might not have the muscles or the rage-strength of Everett, or even the furious-unrelenting-fists Noah uses when he goes all God-of-War, but I do have one way to break down the door in front of me.

All it’s going to take is connecting with my wolf. He’s the one who put me here in the first place. He deserves a chance to redeem himself. Surprisingly, I don’t hate the idea.

It’s funny how much differently you can look at things when you don’t have to worry that you might put the people you love at risk. If I blackout here, what’s the worst that could happen?

Some asshole Alpha might die. Big deal.

And if I were here under any other circumstance, it might even be a legal kill.

I let out a weary sigh. I’m here because I blacked out and killed someone.

Doing that exact same thing a second time would be stupid.

There’s no way the Council of Witches wouldn’t send me somewhere worse if I became a repeat offender. I can’t believe this shit is happening when I’m clean and sober. If I was ever going to end up living a life of crime, I would have thought it would have been while I was in party-mode.

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