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The alpha sighs and scrubs his face, then levels me with a stare. “You’re staying.”
“What if I find you another breeder?”
He tilts his head.
Got ya. Inwardly, I smile.
“There are other breeders?”
“Mmhm. One overhears a lot when serving highborns. Or lycans. Sometimes I was practically a mouse scooting around the den.”
“You are a mouse.” He smiles, and his whole face changes, becomes warm and beautiful, not severe and cold.
Oh no.I look away.
He won’t let me. He taps my nose. “Mouse.”
I bat his hand away. “Do you want another breeder or not?”
When he doesn’t answer me, I glare at him.
The heated look in his eyes tells me the answer before his mouth moves and he says, “I don’t want another breeder. But…” He pauses, and I release a breath, because thankfully, there is abut, and he’s not into me. “I’m interested for my clan mates.”
A knock comes from the door, and the alpha looks over my head. “Come in.”
Someone walks inside, but I don’t turn to see who because I’m too busy ogling the Alpha while he’s distracted. Severe looking with hard facial lines and cold gray eyes he might be, but boy oh boy, when he smiles, he could charm my tits into flapping all over his face.
Spence, his brother, walks up. On one shoulder, he’s carrying a round barrel as if it weighs nothing. I can’t move those things at all, and it would take no fewer than four average Kilseleian males to lift one, let alone carry it.
Traitor lady (Kilseleian law says that we can’t glorify traitors by saying their names) is with him. A towel over her shoulder, she carries a caddy full of bath supplies.
I open my mouth to ask what they’re doing and then remember I’m covered in fish soup, and to a lycan nose, I must smell like a dumpster. The nice couch must smell now. Maybe he’ll hate me and return me.
“Where do you want it?” Spence asks me.
I don’t answer because this isn’t my house, and I want nothing from the lycans. I know how this works. I can’t accept food. I’m unsure if I can accept the bath. If I bathe in his house, does that signal something to him? As in is it saying I’m accepting his courting? Why don’t I know this? Gah, lycans are so frustrating.
“Over by the fireplace,” the Alpha answers.
The male moves there, and the traitor lady starts setting up my bath. Out of habit, I stand and go to help, but the Alpha barks, “Sit.”
I remain seated. Yes, I do. Lenox uses that tone of voice sometimes, and one simply obeys it. There’s nothing else to be done when he barks. Unless, of course, one is seeking conflict for the sake of conflict. I’m not into arguing with people, so I wait on the couch as others prepare my bath.
It feels like I’m being pampered. I probably am, because the Alpha wants me to breed with one of his clan mates and not smell like fish while doing it. I can’t help but admit that being pampered with a bath I don’t have to set up, and likely clean up, feels nice.
I might like it here.
Traitor.
8
SEITH
The breeder threw me out of my own house.
Never thought there’d be a span where a random female could tell me to leave my cabin, but it’s happened. Perhaps she’s not so random after all, seeing as how I’m hard around her and wish to bite her everywhere, particularly on the neck.
Lycans mark mates on the neck, so I sure as fuck won’t bite her there. Or elsewhere. I promised my clan mates that I wouldn’t take her first, that the breeder will choose her male, and that everyone is welcome to make an offering.
