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Still in his arms, she dug her phone from her pocket, flicked to the online footage, and shoved the phone at Fletcher. He wasn’t letting go.
He snatched it and scrolled to the time of the attack.
Madison watched his eyes widen and fill with rage.
FOUR
FLETCHER
Madison’s scent was driving Fletcher wild, his wolf stirring as he held her in his arms. It was a bouquet of wild roses and mint.
Fletcher inhaled through his anger as Madison leaned against him. They may not have mated on official grounds yet, but she was his mate. And the thought of her in danger made his wolf positively feral. He was only steps away from unreasonable, tyrannical rage. And he wanted to give into it.
But he had been King of Willowfrost long enough to know when to rein in his emotions. He kept his arm curled around Madison’s waist, adoring the sensation of her body pressed against his own, his eyes wandering to the scattering of freckles that snuck up her shoulder and rested in a plentiful burst over her neckline.
Madison was irresistible in every sense of the word. And she had been since the moment he’d laid eyes upon her.
She gazed up at him over her shoulder as if to read his battling thoughts.
The king cleared his throat, looking away from the sparkling hues of her eyes and her wrinkled brow.
“Those are some of my wolves, my men. They will be made an example of for harassing my future queen.”
The fury had returned, and the king tried to slip out from the grip of Madison’s glower when she laid a stern hand upon his chest.
“What do you mean? You can’t just make proclamations like that and storm out of the room.”
Fletcher stopped at the threshold of the office, turned back to her, and raised his eyebrows cockily.
“What fun is it being king if you can't do just what you want?” He spoke acerbically, mockingly, though his voice was angrier than anything else.
Madison did not flinch. She slipped her phone back into the pocket of her slacks and came toward him, her face stoic and unrelenting.
“Nice try, but if I’m going to be your queen, we’re going to have to actually have discussions rather than have you preach about what you’re going to do and walk out without getting my opinion.”
Fletcher balled his hands into fists and clenched his jaw as rage spiked and surged through him.
How could she say something like that to her king?
“I think you’re being unreasonable here,” Fletcher said in a low, seething voice.
Madison’s eyes narrowed. Despite her inability to shift, the king detected the wolf behind her features. He could see it in the curve of her nose and the slight snarl of her mouth. He could see it in the way her lips were slightly drawn back, revealing a row of perfect white teeth.
He could see the wolf in her, in the furious sparkle in her eyes.
He could also sense the way her mood had swiftly changed. If he hadn’t been so frustrated by her stonewalling him, he would have taken her expression for enticement of passion.
“Speak plainly, My King,” she said with thinly veiled sarcasm.
He bit back a snarky retort as he thought about all the times she had shut him out and pushed him away.
And now she’s demanding that I ask her opinion on this!
“Madison, I don’t have time for this. I have hired an office manager to help you with the store and provide us with the quality time we require to solidify the engagement …”
Fletcher spoke as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, knowing that the relay of information was sure to set Madison off. He was beyond caring by that point, however. He couldn’t coddle her unwillingness to share the truth about her inability to commit to him.
When he lowered his hand, he was met with a look that exemplified both her witchcraft and wolf heritage. The sharpening of the nose, the length of her canines, the glimmer of violet that passed through the skies of her glare. She took another step toward him, shaking her head with disapproval.
