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Just tell them I’m sick and you need to take care of me

Me

You’re a blood wolf. You don’t get sick

Tori

They don’t know that

Me

Pretty sure Vex doesn’t want me spreading word that he can’t take care of his mate without her friend’s help

Tori

He’s tougher than he looks

Which is saying something, because he looks really damn tough

Love

If you want to leave, just leave, Sienna

Me

I should

Tori

But you won’t

Me

Bye, ladies

Love sent me an eye-rolling emoji, and I turned my phone off.

And took another sip of water.

She was right, honestly. I needed to leave.

But I wouldn’t. Or more accurately, I couldn’t.

I didn’t want to hurt their feelings. Or abandon them.

And I knew the alphas would start giving out my address if I didn’t entertain the damn wolves they’d called in from all over the world. Taking a mate was the only real way to protect myself. The fact that I didn’t want a mate didn’t mean much to them, considering the danger I was in.

So, I just sipped my water.

“Is Bauther on your protective duty tonight?” one of the ladies next to me, Melissa, asked.

The other one, Belle, peered over her shoulder.

My gaze followed hers, and landed on Bauther, the beta of the pack. The beta was the alpha’s right hand, and they both led the enforcers, who helped keep the pack safe.

Bauther was, admittedly, the most attractive werewolf I’d ever met. They were all tall and muscular, but he was stronger than most. With tan skin and long, dark blond hair he usually wore tied up in a bun, the man always caught my eye.

He was somehow both confident, but calm.