My hand clenched around my fork tighter as Ethan sent another glare in my direction. I couldn't understand why he was so concerned with what I ate. It wasn't his body the calories and carbs were going into, and he wasn't going to ever touch mine.Even if he did win The Mating Games, I would rather cut off Ethan's hands before ever letting him touch me, let alone impregnate me.If Greyson had been telling the truth, and I knew he was, Ethan would be dead long before he could force himself on me. That thought was enough to have me smiling through our appetizers and the start of our entree.I gestured to the server, and they grabbed the chilled bottle of wine from the ice bucket and moved to fill my empty glass. Ethan curled his lip in disgust, raising his hand to cover my wine glass as the server stopped between our chairs."She's had enough," He muttered, and I turned to give him a piece of my mind when my father agreed with him."You've barely touched your food, Sloane. Eat something b

I had expected us to go to Greyson's house, but when he went in the other direction, I was even more grateful that he had brought me some dry clothes. A small camp had been erect in the forest, and from the already lit fire and the smell of Freya, I knew I owed her a thank you for setting this up. Greyson dropped my hand when he moved to the cooler and grabbed me a drink, and I noticed it was also full of food. I wasn't sure how long he expected us to stay out here, but I had to be back early in the morning, and I hoped he knew that. I eyed the green two-person tent and smiled when I thought about all the things we could get up to in there. "Is this another one of those dates?" I asked as I sat by the fire in one of the two camping chairs. Everything looked brand new, and I eyed him warily, hoping he hadn't bought all this just for tonight. We were wolves. There was nothing more natural than being outdoors and sleeping under the stars. "Yes." His firm and confident nod made me blus

I enjoyed casual dresses. The way they swayed around my legs as I walked and how the light material let just enough air in for me to be comfortable without getting cold. Plus, it made it faster to get dressed or undressed when shifting. Summer dresses were the perfect clothing choice for me. Yet, when I went down for breakfast that morning after sneaking back in around five, I was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Ethan clearly disapproved because he glared at the side of my head the whole meal, but I had worn it specifically with him in mind. After seeing him in my bedroom last night, I didn't know what to expect from him, but I figured showing as little skin as possible would be best. Tatum kept sending weird looks between him and me as if trying to silently ask me what the hell was up with him, but I had no answer for her. He seemed to think he would be the champion at the end of the games because he won the first challenge and already had a claim to me.

The grass folded beneath my paws, bending silently under my weight as I paced back and forth in front of the pond. I kept waiting for Sloane's head to pop up between the bushes even though the sun was still high in the sky. I had been here so long that I had already jumped into the pond multiple times to cool down. My damp fur had reached the stage where it was just barely wet enough that it was now uncomfortable, and I shook my body to encourage it to dry faster. I had never felt so antsy before, especially over a woman. Then again, this wasn't just any woman. Sloane was my woman, whether she knew it or not. I had been dreaming about her for years, and now that I had her, I refused to let go. Yet, I was trapped here in rogue territory, and she was back in her castle, being wooed by the suitors trying to take her from me. My nostrils flared as I took a deep breath, hoping to catch Ethan's scent. When she had shown up at my house and told me that her injuries were because of him,

As soon as she had reached the cave, I knew. I was acutely aware of her presence, and even with my home being on the other side of the town, I could feel her getting closer. I raced to the window of my room, watching her appear in the gaps between the houses before disappearing again behind them. It felt odd to be staring at her, but I needed to make sure she was safe. It took everything in me not to race outside and walk her back to my house myself, but I also didn't want her to feel like I was smothering her or for her to assume I thought she was incapable of defending herself. I had checked the town thoroughly before returning home for the night, making sure everything was as it should be. We had no visitors in a few days for me to worry about. As I had requested, a group of the townspeople had gone through town and cleaned it up in exchange for the generous paycheck I had cut each of them, and all the street lamps were lit to illuminate her path to me. Sloane was as safe as s