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I hold my breath, apprehensive, and realize almost happily that yes, my captor has returned alone.

He frowns when he sees me standing there and starts to say something that I push away as I step forward and proclaim what has been rattling around in my head all day.

— I want you to release me. Now.

The wolf closes the door and begins to unbutton the metal buttons on his coat almost lazily.

His previous casual expression is replaced by a mask of irritation.

— Your tone is dangerously close to a demand, female. Why would I do that?

I fill my chest with courage.

I lift my chin.

— You are the king of wolves and I saved your life.

I do not need to say anything more. He understands where I'm going.

He lets out a long breath through his nose and moves his huge shoulders as he takes off his coat and throws it on the bed.

“Reeina,” he murmurs.

I retreat inwardly.

Of course he knows who gave me this information.

I fear for her.

That wolf wouldn't hurt you, would it?

“It's my right,” I say.

— Did