Chapter 27

Blake

“Maybe I can come and work for you?” I joke with a grimace as I lead Zoe downstairs, reluctant to leave the bubble of my suite. Leaving my bed was torture. I long to steal away and hide away with my mate, enjoying every inch of each other’s bodies as a normal wolf pairing does. She looks stunning, dressed in a simple cream jumper that sets off her golden tan, and fitted jeans that show off her delicious curves. Zoe seems to think she’s underdressed, but it doesn’t take much to polish a diamond. No matter what she is wearing, she shines. Her beauty doesn’t need flashy clothes or layers of makeup.

Zoe grips my hand tighter as we walk into the pack dining hall, and I lead her toward the table at the back where I usually sit. Max is there, along with senior wolves from my pack and some of the council members.

At first, I think it’s because she’s nervous about us potentially getting a grilling about what went on last night. Or intimidated by being surrounded by an entire room full o