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That’s hilarious.
“Make it happen,” he says to his buddies like he’s the movie star, and they are all his personal assistants.
“You know what would be even funnier?” Rayne gives him a saccharine smile. “Watching you lose to an outsider.”
That would be funny. My brother is definitely Homecoming king material. He’s not a jock, like the assholes at this school, but he’s got his rock-boy vibe going on. He’s tall, laid-back and very good-looking. Back at Landhower when he smiled, girls swooned.
“In your dreams, Runt.” Abe’s swagger is firmly in place. He gets up and walks away, his entourage following.
“That was literally the dumbest interaction I’ve ever had the misfortune of witnessing. How are these idiots popular?” I ask, trying not to stare at Abe’s muscled shoulders as he walks away.
“No idea,” Rayne mutters.
Abe
I hate Chemistry.
The fluorescent lights in the lab trigger my defect, so I can never read what she writes on the board.
And worst of all?
The ice queen is my lab partner, constantly distracting me with that apple candy scent of hers.
I glance over. Nothing about her seems to indicate last night’s interlude affected her. She looks well-rested. Hot as hell. Ripe with confidence.
My idea of putting her on the ballot for Homecoming was half-baked. Do I actually want her to be my queen? That’s ridiculous.
I know I should dial back on picking on Rayne the Runt–another defective wolf. The shifter who can’t shift. If anyone should understand defects not being a choice it’s me. You’d think I’d grow out of this petty bully shit and cut the girl a little slack, but every time I see her it’s like I can’t control myself. She represents everything I hate about myself. The little stab of guilt I’ve always felt shitting on Rayne becomes a tidal wave when I see the disgust on Lauren’s face. I push it down.
I refuse to let this snobby weak human make me feel guilty. I’m alpha here. She may not get what that means, but she will. Even if that means putting her in place myself.
She won’t be voted queen. Casey Muchmore will win queen. She’s the female alpha of the school. My dad has already asked me four times if I’ve asked her to the dance.
Of course, I should.
Is it strange I’ve never been interested in her?
When I first transitioned and discovered I had a flaw, my dad started pushing hard on the female alpha thing. So I dated cheerleaders and volleyball stars. I fooled around with the bolder she-wolves on full moon runs. And then Lauren Sterling showed up, and my stupid wolf got a hard-on for her.
A beautiful, snobby human.
She tosses her long auburn waves over her shoulder and gives me a cool, disaffected look as we stand at our lab counter.
Anyone else–any shifter kid in this class–would’ve done the work for me. They would’ve groveled and simpered and given me any information I needed to somehow get a C in this class, so I could stay on the football field.
I am the alpha at Wolf Ridge High, after all.
I can manipulate all with a single look. A lift of my brow. The wave of my hand.
No one would even think to question why I need the help. They assume I’m just demanding their loyalty and service.
But not Lauren.
And this spoiled princess is completely unaffected by my power and status at this school.
Ms. Miller passes out the lab instructions. Lauren ignores me and slips a pair of goggles over her head that magnify her teal blue eyes. Normally, big eyes make a female look innocent. Fragile. Sweet.
Not this princess.
