CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The Inn of Marcel’s choosing had two floors, and the one room he had paid for was on the upper floor. It had a soft bed of foam that could fit two people, a lamp that sat on a bedside stool, a window that looked down at a dirty alley, and not much else.

The Alpha promptly took off his shoes and laid on the bed, his hands between his head and pillow. “You can all make yourself comfortable on the floor. You’re used to it anyway.”

True. The pallets they slept on were barely different from sleeping on the floor, and even then most Weres would prefer sleeping on dirt or the cold wooden floor of their cabins.

“No one goes out for any reason,” Marcel declared, eyes shut, the other males quickly claiming territories in the small room.

Celia noticed Duncan’s amber eyes suggest the small space he left open by the door, far from the bed and Marcel. She smiled thankfully, but took position in the center of the room. If Layla felt like joining Marcel on the bed, she didn’t act on that feeling.

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