Page 103 of Pack End Game

I look up at my bound wrists.

Then I look around at my pack.

Then back at my wrists.

“Hey,” I say, giving the rope an experimental tug. The hook rattles, but the knot holds firm. “I’m still tied up.”

None of them says a word or moves to release me. Spencer is busy smoothing a hand down Mia’s back while Zak kisses her neck.

I clear my throat obnoxiously and shift my weight. “Is someone going to cut me loose?”

Mia closes her eyes like she’s too exhausted by the day’s events to continue, but I can see the corners of her mouth twitching. Traitor.

“Leafy green.”

Nothing.

“Spencer,” I puff out my chest and plead, “As head alpha, I feel this falls under your jurisdiction. Release me at once, good sir!”

He doesn’t even glance at me as he says, “No.”

I gasp with mock outrage.

Rude.

“Zakyboo?” I ask, hoping to find support in my last option. “You’ve always been my favorite.”

“That’s a lie,” he says immediately.

“It can become true if you untie me.” A very nice offer. I even bat my eyes at him.

“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head.

I sigh dramatically and settle in, content to see how things unfold. Simon’s head watches approvingly from its place. With my wrists tied, I can’t touch anyone, but they’re all touching me, which means Simon’s claws are officially participating in the action.

Worth it.