A Pack of Blood and Lies by Olivia Wildenstein

Author:Olivia Wildenstein [Wildenstein, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twig Publishing
Published: 2019-04-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

I stayed at the engagement party another hour. I’d made it a point not to leave with him, just as I was making it a point not to stay too long. I wasn’t looking for a replacement pack.

Not that this was a possibility. I dug my phone out of my bag to ask Everest for a lift, but Julian pre-empted my demand by clicking his fingers. “Sarah!”

The wild-haired werewolf who’d told me Boulder whores weren’t allowed on Pine territory got tasked with bringing me home. From the annoyance tightening her brown eyes, I could tell she was as glad about this arrangement as I was.

Midway home, she asked, “Did you blow him?”

I pitched my gaze off the dark road and onto her. All her features were fine, especially in contrast to her mass of tousled curls, but I could tell her delicateness was skin-deep, and that her personality matched her wild hair.

I guessed she meant Julian, but I needled her anyway. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

She wrinkled her pert nose. “God, really? Eww.” She narrowed her gaze on the starlit forest. “I meant Julian.”

“No.”

“But you did do something to him, or he would never have helped you.”

“Do you know where Liam Kolane lives?”

She raised one of her already peaked eyebrows. “Is this a trick question?”

“No. I left Boulder when I was eleven. Liam still lived with his father then.”

A dimple appeared in her cheek. She must’ve been biting it. “I do know where he lives.”

“Can you drop me off there?”

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation, Sarah.”

“If you’re two-timing my Alpha, you do.”

“Two-timing your Alpha would mean I was one-timing him. Which I’m not. I just need a word with Liam.”

“I’m not waiting on your ass, though. I’m not your chauffeur or anything,” she grumbled.

“Because you think I’d want you to wait on me?”

“Are you screwing Liam?”

“Do I look like I’m screwing him?”

“Babe, you look like you’re open to screwing a lot of things.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Who wears a dominatrix dress to an engagement party?”

My eyes snapped a little too wide. I realized I hadn’t fit in with the tulle and silks in my skintight leather but hadn’t realized what impression it gave others. Then again, I hadn’t been too concerned with fashion when I’d donned it.

“I didn’t buy it.”

“One of your lovers got it for you?”

I tugged on the hem that was riding up. “My cousin bought it for me.”

“Yuck. If my cousin ever bought me shit like that, I’d tell her to wear it herself.”

I snorted as an image of Everest wearing my dress snuck into my mind. “It’s a him, not a her.”

“An even better reason to get him to wear it.” She smiled, and it thawed some of the stiffness padding her small red Mini.

“You’re a wolf, right?” I wasn’t sure why I was asking. She smelled like one. Perhaps it was to get confirmation. Confirmation that I wasn’t the only female werewolf in the world.

“Damn right.”

“How many of you are in your pack? Females, that is?”

“Twenty-eight for seventy males.

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