Bride

“You know what the punishment for high treason is?” He must, because I do, and I never know shit.

“And whatever is happening between you two, fuck it out of
your system before people find out.” He hangs up, and I instantly turn to Lowe.

“Will we really?” I ask.

His eyes are instantly hooded. His lips move unintelligibly for a few moments. “The things I want to—”

“I mean, will we be meeting him in person?”

“Ah.” He clears his throat. “As soon as I can arrange it.”

Alpha.”

Ah. “I wouldn’t want you to be not you.”

Death would be nice, right now. I’d welcome it with open arms.

“You’re not a problem, Misery. You’re a privilege.”

“In fact, I think I might be in love with one.”

“Send a clear message to anyone who smells you. Who you belong to.”

“You should go,” Lowe commands somberly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, yeah.” I flush. I’m acutely aware that I’m half naked and crashing an important pack meeting that’s probably about how to handle their never-ending conflict with my people. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” But he’s crossing to me, and when the seconds stand, I realize that I’m not the one being dismissed.

When my fingers disappear into my cleavage to hide the USB, his breath hitches.

Because Lowe, who suffers from something that’s definitely not pneumonia, is breathing softly, and has sunk into a tranquil sleep.