Page 86 of Dark Wolf Soul
“All right, princess.” His tone is off, but I have no idea what I’ve done wrong. I agreed to his terms, so why does he look so irritated?
“Is there something else?”
“Not at all.” He sets his mug aside and stands. “We’ll go tonight. I’ll make sure the paparazzi are expecting us.”
27
GREY
She isn’t ready to trust me yet, and it’s no one’s fault but my own. I kidnapped her and threw her into a world intent on using or destroying her, so what did I expect when I finally realized I was in love with her? Fuck. Even admitting it to myself in my head still feels surreal. I have no idea when I knew. Sometime last night while I was fucking her, it hit me. This wasn’t about fucking. This was about her. And the moment I understood it, my wolf came roaring back. I haven’t told her that part. I haven’t even used it to help me heal yet. Hell, having him back so soon shouldn’t be possible after what my father did. The only thing that makes sense is Lexi.
She’s my mate.
Otherwise, being with her last night shouldn’t have been able to break my father’s alpha order over me. It’s the only explanation for wanting to bite her and claim her right there on my mattress as she came for me.
Now, she refuses to trust me, and that’s on no one else but me.
But, fuck, it’s infuriating.
Before I can take my anger out on her, I stalk back to my room and close the door, sealing her off from my bad mood. Two days ago, leaving her alone in the apartment wouldn’t have been an option, but now, I don’t worry. She might not trust me with her heart, but I know she understands I’ll keep her safe from the dangers that await her beyond these walls.
After a shower and fresh clothes, I step onto my balcony and call Dutch.
It's barely ten in the morning and already warm enough to be uncomfortable, but I need the privacy.
Dutch answers sleepily. “Yeah?”
“You still sleeping?”
“Not anymore, asshole.”
“I need advice.”
“Hang on.” There’s a pause and then, “Okay, I just had to check out the window to see if we had an ice storm last night.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“If you want advice from me, it can only mean hell has officially frozen over.”
“Fuck off,” I say, but he ignores me, laughing at his own joke. “Are you done?”
“Okay—okay, what’s up?”
“Lexi and I slept together.”
“Fucking finally,” he declares. “How was she?”
A growl rips from my throat.
“Whoa, tiger. Forget I asked. Why the hell do you need sex advice from me, anyway? A little late in the game for the birds and the bees talk, isn’t it?”
I grip the phone tight, trying to keep from cussing him out. If I do that, he’ll hang up, and I won’t have any answers.
“It’s not about sex. That part’s… good.”
“Just good—?”
“Dutch,” I snap.
