Not that it should matter. Georgia knows what we’re doing isn’t exclusive. I’m a wolf. It’s not like anything serious would ever happen between us, and let’s be real, she knows being with a shifter long term isn’t in the cards for her either. The coven would never allow it. But I guess having it thrown in her face hurt her feelings or some shit, and now I have to deal with it.
Zheng’s frown deepens. “Why would she do that?” The poor bastard actually sounds confused. His little sister has the wool pulled over his eyes, but she doesn’t have the rest of us fooled. Baby Liu is a hellion, and since she joined our crew—not that we had much of a say in it—she’s made it her mission to stir the pot any way she can. I wish Clan Cat did what Clan Wolf did and kept their females tucked away in the Compound, safe and sound where they couldn’t cause a fucking ruckus.
Usually, she reserves her antics for Desmond’s benefit—those two are like gunpowder and a lit match when they’re in the same room—but lately she’s enjoyed fucking with me, too.
I don’t like it.
“Because she’s demon spawn,” I mutter, turning to head for the exit. I need to make my escape before Isa catches sight of me or she’ll drag my ass back to class come hell or high water. That girl is the mother hen I absolutely adore but do not fucking need right now. “I’ll catch you boys later.”
“Rubber up,” Rafael shouts after me. “You don’t need to create any demon spawn of your own anytime soon.”
Yeah, a definite “no” to that. The spawn, not the rubber. I always remember to wrap my shit, even if the probability of knocking up a non-shifter is damn near miniscule.
I give him a two-fingered salute just as Isa turns the corner, some random right beside her.
“Peace,carbón.”My eyes linger on the unknown girl for a moment. There’s something familiar about her. She’s wearing snug fit jeans and a giant ass black hoodie. It hides most of her body, but for some damn reason I’m intrigued.
I pause, knowing I shouldn’t. It’s only going to get me in trouble, but she isn’t someone I’ve seen Isa with before. Isa only ever kicks it with the wolves or Meiying, no one else at Hellbound High can be trusted. Not after what went down earlier this year. Girls are catty fucking bitches and seeing some random next to her has me both curious and on alert. “Where do you think you’re going?” Isa calls, noticing that my feet are still pulling me toward the exit and not in the direction of our class.
The girl beside her lifts her head and our eyes meet, recognition flaring through me. No fucking way. Her bright blue eyes widen and I know right away she recognizes me too. Isn’t that a fucking plot twist for today? I can’t scent her from where I’m standing, the scents of everyone else in the halls overpowering her unique fragrance, but memory alone brings it rushing to the forefront of my mind.
I don’t need to be beside her to know she smells sweet, like fresh rain, passionfruit and banana flowers. I give her another once over, remembering her in a whole new light. Small waist. Flat stomach. Perfectly round tits. The way her hair felt wrapped around my fist. Her pussy convulsing on my cock.
I bite back a growl. Well, fuck me. I need to get laid. Pronto. My eyes narrow on the blast from my past, my wolf slamming against my ribcage in a bid to reach her before I shove him back and turn toward Isa. No way am I giving this chick even a second of my time. Not after she fucking ghosted me like I was nothing. I refuse to let this girl think she has any sort of hold over me.
“Sorry, vanilla. I gotta run.” I edge back closer toward the exit, the new girl still in my peripheral. Look away, dammit. Look away. Her eyes are wide as saucers and glued to me. Her mouth forming a small “O”. I shouldn’t like the attention, her obvious surprise, but I do, and the distraction allows Isa to creep right up on me.
“Oh, no you don’t.” She grabs my arm, looping hers through mine, and turns me away from the doors I’d almost made it to. “You can’t miss fourth. It’s the one class we all have together and my new friend has it too. Come say hi and don’t be a jerk. I like her.” The last is muttered under her breath barely loud enough for my enhanced shifter hearing to pick up on.
She tugs me forward, but I keep my feet planted, looking down to meet her determined brown-eyed gaze. “I’ll make it up to you. But, I really do need to go. I got someone waiting on me.” I make sure to say it loud enough for the other girl to hear. She’s not a shifter. Honestly, I don’t know what the hell she is. But she’s here, at Hellbound High, so she's gotta be something.
Isa scowls and turns back to her friend who’s still staring, eyes wide and mouth parted. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted that she’s yet to tear her gaze off me. She’s smart enough not to meet my eyes which means she knows what I am. Knows not to challenge me. But she still doesn’t look away, and my wolf wants her. Fighting the urge to shift right now is a battle I’m going to lose if I don’t get the hell out of here. The bastard wants to play with her. His proverbial tail is wagging like a puppy who just discovered his long lost friend. What the hell is up with that?
I shake my head and leash my beast, gritting my teeth against the desire to, at the very least, say hello.
Is she remembering our night together in vivid detail like I am? Or maybe she’s realizing who the fuck I am and what I can do to her if she steps out of line here. I can make her life her hell if I want to. And maybe I should.
We fucked like rabbits that night. I buried myself inside her warm cunt three fucking times. Took her goddamn innocence. You’d think that would matter to a chick, but she acted like it was nothing. Gave as good as she got. No hesitation. No insecurities. Even on the last round when we ran out of condoms, she didn’t bat an eye when I suggested I could pull out—something I never fucking do.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t passing out beside her with the chick wrapped in my arms only to wake up with her gone and the space on the couch cold beside me.
I swear, for a whole week I wondered if I’d dreamt the entire thing up. My wolf grieved, fucking grieved her absence as though we’d lost a limb.
I never saw her again, and no one knew who the hell she was when I described her. Fuck. I even tried tracking her scent, but it got me nowhere. And now, she’s here. Wide-eyed and hot as shit, even in that oversized hoodie she’s trying to hide in.
I pull out of Isa’s grip, giving Rafael a nod. I don’t have time for this. Thankfully, he understands my meaning and before Isa can move for me again, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into an embrace. She melts in his arms. God, they’re disgustingly cute together. And I speed walk out the door, hearing her muttered curse behind me, but she doesn’t run after me again.
Thank god for small favors. I love Isa to death, don’t get me wrong. But since she and Rafael made things official, she’s decided Des and I are her latest pet projects, and I for one have no desire to be reformed from my savage ways, nor do I have any plans to deal with the new problem staring at my retreating back right now. I can feel her eyes boring into me, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how much her being here is fucking with me.
It won’t be long before she learns who I am and what it means to be a wolf.
I run a hand through my hair. Fuck. Who knows what will happen then. Will she turn into every other chick in this school determined to land me? And no, I’m not being arrogant. Every girl at Hellbound High wants to date a wolf. Some for status, some to take a walk on the wild side. And others for political gain. They think they can manipulate the Pack through us or that we’d divulge Pack secrets. As if we’re really that stupid. Women here can’t be trusted. They always have an ulterior motive.
Will she throw herself at me like the others? Regret leaving me in that cabin like she did? Ghosting me like the sex wasn’t fucking magical and shit? I know we said no names. We sure as shit didn’t exchange numbers. But I still expected to see the girl at some point. I didn’t expect the attachment I would feel after just one night.
I suck on my teeth. I know it was just as good for her as it was for me. No way is she unaffected after seeing me today. Hmm…I can work with that. Show her the mistake she made. What she passed up on. And then remind her why she’ll never fucking have me.
Outside, Georgia is sitting on the hood of her car. I head straight toward her, a wolfish grin stamped on my face as a plan begins to form in my mind. The previous appeal of getting my dick wet isn’t the same, my mind now full of other more intriguing possibilities. But I’m also not going to let this chick get in my head. I’ll fuck my way through the entire school if I have to before I let that happen.
