WOLF EARS WERE INSUFFICIENT to hear what the pair talked about. I did catch a small amount of the subsequent conversation between Ryder and Erskine before the former cut the latter off.
“...certain this is what you want?”
“It’s what she wants,” Ryder growled. “Keep your voice down.”
My inner wolf rose into my nostrils, sharp as ozone and just as furious. Because Ryder was showing Erskine the wedding cardstock while carefully keeping his own eyes averted. Erskine nodded with some reluctance, then clapped Ryder on the back.
“I appreciate it.”
Erskine might appreciate it, but I didn’t. Ryder thought he could complete our mate bond then tear it asunder, and he’d make me happy? Just because I had a pack now, he thought I didn’t need a mate?
My hands clenched down on the cages I clung to,
