Chapter 12 Using You As A Whore

• Once the truck was in place, I went to the shed to retrieve my gloves before heading back to unload the cargo. Saint watched me silently, as if he was waiting for me to thank him for interfering. He'd only created more work for every- one by murdering the one crazy son-of-a-bitch who would drive up the moun- tain to deliver the canned foods.
• Jumping onto the trailer, I grabbed a bale of wet herbs and tossed it onto the ground, immediately getting back to work. If I were lucky, I'd be so ex- hausted tonight and stink from sweat that Saint would seek rest elsewhere. Or maybe he already intended to do that? He'd claimed rights to me with his bite while leaving himself free of mine.
• That had stung, and it made my wolf furious that he'd rejected her mark. Not that either of us should care, but if I were honest, it did sting. He was the perfect male for me, picked by the wolf god, Fenrir, and Saint had rejected me. Lucas jumped onto the trailer, grabbing my shoulder when Larson stepped up, checking my forehead. He smiled, knowing I was going to send his ass away. I'd heal quickly enough and didn't need him to fuck with my wound. "That's a nasty gash," Larson complained, holding up the suture kit. “Let me fix it, Brae."