Page 3 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

The wolf ripped the key from my hand, and swallowed it.

I blinked at him.

He snarled at me, nudging me away from the bike.

“You don’t want me to ride your human’s motorcycle?” I checked.

The wolf nodded vigorously.

That was probably a good call, actually.

My chances of dying on that thing were very, very high.

“Alright, fine.”

What were the other options, though? Walking wasn’t smart—it would definitely lead to me getting weird looks from people, which the possessive wolf would think was a direct challenge.

We could take my date’s car, I supposed.

My gaze flittered toward the gas station.

The bastard deserved it. I could text him the address where he could pick it up, so I’d just be borrowing it. And I could threaten to sue him for the attempted sexual assault if he tried to bring me to court…

Hell yeah, this option was sounding better by the minute.

“Let’s jack his ride,” I told the wolf, striding over to the car. It was unlocked, and I saw the keys sitting in the ignition. My date was wrecked, even before he got punched in the face. “Moron,” I muttered. His phone was in the cup holder, so I gave it a little toss out the window before pulling out of the gas station.

Ryder was still growling like mad, apparently pissed as hell, but we were on the road and home free. And hopefully, on our way toward answers.

TWO

Rocco joggedout of one of the homes as I pulled up in front of their row of townhouses. He pointed me toward the one that I then assumed was Ryder’s, so I parked in the driveway there before getting out.

Ryder’s wolf was still growling like mad, so Rocco didn’t dare try to come close.

He called from where he was, “We tried to make it a bit more comfortable for both of you. Dax’s stuff is cleared out, and we made sure the place was clean.”

I wasn’t sure whether to saythank youorhelp. So instead, I just waved.

He waved back, and headed back toward the townhouse that belonged to him and his mate, Del. She and I were good friends, since we were both guidance counselors at the only high school in town.

I looked over at Ryder’s wolf, and stared.

He stared back.

“I’m going to call you Oscar, since I probably understand you better than I understand your human,” I told the wolf.

He nodded solemnly.

This was… kind of awesome, to be honest.

Not the fact that I was mated to Oscar Hughes—that was a shit-hurricane.

The fact that all my werewolf knowledge was finally going to have some purpose outside my job was what was awesome.

It was well-known that Oscar Hughes—who went by Ryder now—had gotten the short end of the mate stick.

Now…

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