Page 77 of Mated to the Wolves

“Cute, you think you get a choice. You represent my family now.” Bo straightens to his full height.

I face Cadoc. “Didn’t you say I was in danger and should lie low?”

“We’re all going, Brat. They want to show us off.” Cadoc takes a bite of a green apple.

Juice trickles along his chin. I want to walk over and lick it off. I look away, recalling the Alpha’s angry face before we left.

“What am I supposed to do?” I’m already outnumbered.

“Try to be pleasant for the first time in your life,” Bo suggests. I flip him off.

“Wine and dine. Show them how pleased you are to be with us.” Cadoc answers.

“But I’m not.” I hate pretending for those who saw me as nothing weeks prior.

Fell’s laughter sounds like a low bark.

“They shouldn’t know that,” Kirk comments.

“I’m over this bullshit where you all gang up on me.” I grit my teeth.

“Taking her among them is dangerous.”

Fell growls.

“Keeping her here and allowing her to become a perceived threat to the Alpha would be worse,”

Cadoc replies.

“It’s also a good time to test the waters, and pump people for information.” Bo drapes himself over the couch. He’s devastating in his charcoal gray slacks and black button down.

“We’ll need a good plan to keep her safe while appearing smitten,” Cadoc mumbles, more to himself.

His bright blue eyes are unfocused as his brain works overtime to whip up a plan.

“You can pretend for a night, can’t you Princess?”

I want to wipe the smirk off Bo’s face.

“If you stop antagonizing me, yes.” I bare my teeth, growling in the back of my throat. He grins. His love of chaos and irritating me is getting under my skin.

“I have to keep myself entertained somehow. All of my other extracurricular activities have been cut off.” Bo’s eyes smolder. The asshole gets off on our back and forth.

“Poor spoiled Bo has to make do with his hand.” I run a finger down my cheek, miming a tear.

He gives me a black look.

I ignore him. “Is the Alpha worried?—”

“It’s the last thing he needs right now. You’ll have to hide the contempt you feel for him. I can smell it spilling from your pores right now.” Cadoc shifts his weight.

“After everything he’s done to you?—”

“To us,” Bo corrects. “None of us volunteered for this.”

Before I can to eviscerate him, Kirk clears his throat.

“Dinner’s ready. We have a lot to discuss and lasagna is best served hot.”

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