“We just want what’s best for you,” I explain.
Carter nods. “And what’s best for us. The Alpha is the face of the pack. And right now, we’re looking pretty . . .”
“Disheveled,” I finish.
“We are wolves,” Koen retorts. “We eat our prey alive. We shove our noses up each other’s junk. We roll in s**t to mask our scents.”
“Point taken,” Carter concedes. “Although some would argue that no wolf has ever stooped so low as to walk around with an unkempt and obviously unpremeditated topknot— ”
“Carter,” Koen growls. “Get Serena something to put on right now, or I’ll topknot your intestines.”
“On it, Alpha.” Carter bends his head, once, deep, and escorts me to the back of the store. “Koen said you need a bit of everything?”
It’s not quite true, since I have no plans to venture away from the c
