Page 37 of Wolf Blood

"I don't mean it cruelly," she added quickly. "He just... doesn't date."

"He doesn't fuck, either. I've never seen him spend breeding season with anyone," Nolan put in.

"He threatened to fuck me yesterday, so that can't be true."

Three alarmed gazes flashed my way.

"He threatened to force himself on you?" Nolan growled.

"We’ll kill him," Oren stated.

"It wasn't like that.Threatenedwasn't the right way to put it. Rhone isn't good with words. He's just... direct. He knew I wanted him, and I didn't deny it, and he was just saying that it could happen. The only time he touched me, he gave me a chance to say no."

All three of them relaxed.

The fact that they didn't trust the Beta not to attack me actually made me feel kind of bad for him.Rhone was difficult in basically every way, but he was solid.

I loved Bloom, but after months of being forcefully cared for by Rhone, he was the person I would call if I needed to bury a body.

Even if I kind of hated him. I could admit that the hate was more directed toward my life situation than directly to him.

"Is there any update on the situation with my mom and the Guild?" I asked.

No one gave me updates unless I asked, and I didn't ask very often.

"No." Sutton sighed. "Holly and Neve are still in hiding. Bloom's family is still trying to take over the Guild, but struggling. Rhone found and killed Velour, and Holly Valenti's mate, but at least no one else has died."

My own mother hadn't even asked where I was or if I was alive.

That stung.

We'd never been close, and my childhood had been shitty in some ways, but I'd always known that my mother loved me in her own, fucked up way.

The guys kept bouncing the ball back and forth as the conversation shifted to how long Sutton was going to stay in Vast City (not more than a few more weeks, which she'd been saying for months). Then whether or not Sutton was going to spend breeding season with a guy (she had no other choice because she wasn't willing to go through that hell alone).

Halfway through Nolan's story about something he and Oren had done at the pack's estate last weekend, my hunger reared its ugly head.

The monster that was my bloodlust took over entirely, for the first time in three days.

I watched myself go for Nolan's throat, distantly, as if I was in a dream.

The werewolf pinned me easily to the pink-stained tile.

Oren called Rhone and told him I'd devolved again.

Rhone showed up quickly, sweat beaded on his forehead and fury in his eyes as he ripped the Omega away from me and hauled me into his arms. When everyone else was gone, he trapped me between his body and the wall and tilted his head to the side, not just letting me bite him, butofferingme his throat.

I drank deeply, taking far more than I ever allowed myself when I was in control.

The blood settled in my stomach like an anchor as I pulled away, sweaty, and slick between my thighs. I was completely exhausted, but my hunger was as settled as it ever got, and I felt like myself again.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, lowering my head to Rhone's shoulder. One of his hands was still on my hip, his grip tight but notpainfully so. The other was wrapped loosely around the back of my head, ready to stop me if he needed to.

"Don't apologize to me," he gritted out. "I'm the one who should've fed you earlier."

"I'm not your responsibility. You have a pack to take care of."

"I don't give a fuck about the pack, Trouble."