Page 45 of Claimed By the Wolf
A flurry of excited chills rushes through my body as I hope against hope.
Nox? Is he coming for me?
But he wouldn’t do it like this, covertly with letters and sneaking around. And the handwriting is even and feminine-looking. It appears to be female, although Brax has quite beautiful penmanship. Our mother had insisted on it.
I slump against the wooden chair and reread the note over and over, wondering what it means and why anyone would send it. I keep circling back to the one and only time Nox and I had sex. A hot flush creeps up my neck as I lose myself in the memories of our closeness, the heat of our passion.
And after that, everything fell apart.
Whoever it was took a big risk sneaking onto the Alpha’s property like this to deliver this note undetected. How did they manage?
I jump up, unable to sit still, and I throw open the door again. “Kayla?”
The servant appears in the hallway, never far from earshot. “Yes, Miss Brynn?”
“Who else was working this hallway today?”
Her blank expression doesn’t help me. “I don’t understand.”
“Were you alone here, or is someone else cleaning or working in this area?”
“Oh… um.” She frowns. “I’m not sure. I could find out for you.”
My eyes dart toward the corners of the corridors, looking for cameras, but if Emeric uses them, they aren’t visible to the naked eye.
“Is everything all right, Miss Brynn?”
I glance at her.
Could she have sent me the note? Maybe she’s reaching out after I attempted to befriend her earlier?
“Yes, Kayla,” I tell her quickly. “I think I’m going to have a nap.”
“Alright then, Miss Brynn.”
I retreat to my room and begin to pace as I consider what it means.
Eleven o’clock is so far away now, and my nerves are already stretched to their breaking point.
I don’t see Emeric at dinner. Kayla tells me the pack is on guard duty, and the information alarms me. What if they’re around the ranch when I go to meet this mysterious visitor? What if the visitor is Nox, and he gets caught coming back?
I’m going to drive myself crazy if I keep up with this.
After dinner, I shower and dress in dark leggings and a sweatshirt, pinning my giveaway blonde tresses into a messy bun and tucking it under the hood. I try to distract myself by texting the twins in a group chat.
But the conversation isn’t helping my nerves any.
Sienna:How big is he?
She follows up her question with an eggplant emoji.
Sierra:He has cousins, right?I wouldn’t mind tapping into some of thatAlpha action by proxy.
Flabbergasted, I stare at their vapid texts, remembering the last things they said to me when I’d left them at the All Hat Saloon.
Me:Weren’t you two giving me grief about coming up here in the first place?
Sienna:Things have been peaceful around here.And we get to go to whatever clubs we want without having to double-check the territory now.
