Page 66 of Wolf Blood

He eyed me. "Obviously."

"What do you mean, obviously?" I gestured toward the gas station. "You didn't let me out of your reach at any point in there."

His forehead creased. "I wasn't staying close to you because I thought you'd devolve."

"Then why were you close to me?"

"Because you're mine."

"That's not an answer, asshole."

He pulled away from the gas station. "I'm possessive. That's the answer."

There was no way that was the answer.

But he didn't seem like he was going to tell me the truth, so I didn't bother pushing for it. I just took a bite of my candy bar instead.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

harper

It was6 AM when we finally reached the unmarked dirt parking lot that Rhone said belonged to the Wilder Pack.It was full of old, beat up vehicles that looked like they'd gotten more than their fair share of offroad time.

Maverick hadn't given me the right location.

The asshole had been sending me to a gas station half an hour away from the pack's land the whole time.

Rhone was right. The Alpha totally played us.

Bloom had already texted me to tell me to be careful. I didn't know if she was in on her mate's plan, but it seemed likely. I'd get the truth out of her when we were back.

I was packing all of our (endless) candy wrappers into a thin grocery bag when Rhone came around and opened my door.

"We can clean later," he said. Despite driving all night, he barely looked tired.

When I lifted my head, he tipped his to the side and tapped his throat.

"I bit you last night," I pointed out.

"That excuse isn't going to work again."

Right.

I had devolved when I tried that, and I needed to be at my most stable to convince the Wilder pack that I had my shit together.

I slipped out of the car, hooking an arm around his neck and rising up on my tiptoes before I sank my teeth into his vein.

His groan was so quiet, I almost missed it.

I forced myself to release him after threeswallows, but the hand he had on my hip tightened when I did.

"You're not taking enough, Harper."

"Don't want to satisfy myself too much. I'm supposed to bite you in front of the pack at some point."

His chest rumbled unhappily. "I never agreed to public biting."

"I told you I'd need to be bitey to sell the relationship."