“So... are you going to wait until she’s twenty-one to find out on her own?”
“I thought I’d be mated to someone else by now, so it wouldn’t be a problem.”
Tyler fills in the blanks. “But the council wants you to mate Medein. But now, you can’t mate her. Which means, you can’t execute Jay without her death hurting you.”
“Bingo. Not to mention, the king doesn’t want me to execute her.”
“Jeez, this is a mess. So, what’re you going to do? Are you going to mate Jay?”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because . . .”
I won’t tell him Jay also killed my father. I’m not quite ready to trust anyone with that information, especially after today. It could make her a target. But it doesn’t seem so easy to come up with the arguments that I once believed so passionately.
Finally, I retrieve them. “Because no one is going to want a rogue for their Luna. The pack will lose their minds. So will the council. And the crown...Fuck.”
“Look, I’m not saying the pack is going to like it, but after today, they won’t have a choice, but to accept it.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying... With the way you handled how people treated her, who would dare challenge you?”
Chapter THIRTY-SEVEN
Jay
Taya peeks her head into my hospital room. “Hey, you’re awake. How’re you feeling?” She pulls up a chair next to me, scooting it closer.
“Good, all things considered.”
Taya hands me folded clothes. “Here. Caleb said you might need some clothes.”
She’s practically letting me borrow her entire closet. “Oh, Taya, you didn’t have to. I feel bad for wearing all of your things.”
She waves a playful dismissal. “Pfft. You’re doing me a favor at this point. I’ve been meaning to go through all of my old clothes. Besides, now I can go shopping.” She shimmies in delight.
“Thank you. It’s very kind of you.” I place them on the table next to me.
Taya’s eyes bounce around the room uncomfortably like there’s something she wants to say but is afraid to.
“What?” I ask.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“You don’t have to answer. It’s really none of my business, anyway.”
She is so kind, I can’t help but giggle. “You’re fine. Just ask me.”
She exhales a huff of courage. “Okay. Here goes.”
I sit up straighter to prepare myself for whatever is so hard for her to ask.
“What’s going on with you guys?”
