Page 110 of Wolf Blood

There was another pause.

This one was more tense than awkward.

"You calledMavwhen you needed help?" Rhone finally gritted out.

"He's the Alpha."

"I'm yourmate."

"Not by choice."

Rhone didn't reply.

When I pulled my phone away from my ear and looked down, I realized he'd hung up.

Asshole.

I went back into the bathroom long enough to check if my hair looked fine before the enforcers showed up. It didn't.

They showed up before I had a chance to fix it, so I walked with them to the elevator despite my damp, tangled hair.

They were friendly, but not too friendly. Both of them had mate marks on the sides of their necks. I didn't recognize either of them, but they were vaguely familiar.

It didn't take long to reach the bottom floor, or the large tech room that took up a massive chunk of it. There were offices and dividers separating the space a little, but it was still gigantic and way too open.

I was taking a seat at the desk they gestured me toward when Maverick arrived. Bloom was with him.

Rhone was two minutes behind him, and didn't say a word as he glowered at all of the men around me.

They all took at least one step away from me.

"Do male werewolves still want to abduct their fated mate if they seal the bond right away?" Bloom murmured.

"Yup." Maverick didn't bat an eye at the question.

"What if both fated werewolves are male?" I asked.

"They abduct each other," one of the male enforcers answered. He had light skin and blonde hair. "They spend a few weeks locked away together. Usually end up mated long before it's over. My mate and I only lasted a few hours."

"What if they're both women?" Bloom asked.

"If we're interested in each other, one of us will abduct the other for fun. If not, we have an easier time staying apart afterward," a female enforcer explained. She had light brown skin and long, dark hair.

"What does it mean if a male werewolf doesn't abduct his mate?" I asked.

No one responded, but everyone exchanged looks.

"We're ready for the call." A female enforcer handed me my phone. I hadn't noticed her take it, but I'd set it on the desk, assuming someone would.

"Just act normal, and try to drag the conversation out if you can," Maverick instructed.

I glanced up at him. "Answer my question, first."

He grimaced. "Usually, if a male werewolf doesn't abduct his fated mate, it means he's not particularly interested in them. But Rhone did?—"

I hit the button to call Neve, and put the call on speaker, so he cut himself off.

The phone rang once.