Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
He shrugs but looks away, acknowledging I’m alpha of this team and our group of friends, even if I’m not captain. Even if I’m not the biggest.
I’m definitely the meanest, and everyone knows it.
“Why is she even here?” Bo asks. “Brewery HR should’ve encouraged her mom to send her to Cave Hills with the rest of the humans.”
I shake my head, the misery of the past few months washing over me. My dad’s increased drinking. The way he picks fights with me and Casey. The progressive spiral of shit-tasticness. Things were bad before Bailey Sanchez arrived, but her moving in next door made them infinitely worse.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to make her sorry for it.”
“I don’t know, I think she’s kind of hot,” Slade leers.
“Shut up, Slade,” Austin warns. Slade’s the oblivious one in our group. He’s somehow missed that despite my intense dislike for Bailey, I also have a thing for her.
He goes on, though, oblivious to the warning, too. “Nice tits and those little dresses. And those big eyes make her look just like a little Mexican doll—”
“Don’t talk about her tits.” I whirl and headbutt his face. There’s a loud crunch of cartilage and bone.
He covers his nose. “Aw, fuck!”
Wilde and Bo jump between us in case there’s more. Coach Jamison has a strict no fighting rule—one I’ve had a hard time with this year.
Like father, like son, I guess.
I lean to the left to look around Wilde’s bulky frame and point a finger at Slade. “Don’t mention her again. She’s mine.”
“What?” Slade still doesn’t follow. “I thought you hated her.”
“She’s mine,” I repeat firmly. “Mine to torment, and I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it.”
All four of my friends shake their heads like they’re sorry for me.
“That’s fucked up, dude,” Austin says.
Slade finally realized he needs to keep his mouth shut. He shrugs and clicks the bones of his nose back in place. It will be healed by tomorrow; that’s the glory of being a shifter.
“Speaking of HILFs”—humans I’d like to fuck—“you should see this chick from Cave Hills who showed up at the body shop yesterday.” Bo whistles low, clearly trying to diffuse the tension. “Bangin’ body with the attitude to match. She’s trouble, though. I think the car she brought in to get painted was hot.”
“Wait…” Slade says, finally coming up to speed and ignoring Bo’s far more interesting opener. “So you do want to fuck Bailey?”
It’s a simple question. I’m not sure why the answer seems so complicated.
When I don’t answer, Bo pipes in, “Why don’t you just bone her if she’s under your skin so bad? Get it out of your system.”
Is that what I need? To hate-fuck the girl next door until she’s out of my system?
Truth is, I never jacked off thinking about a human female. That is, until Bailey and her nerdy-hot body showed up.
She’s got curves in all the right places, and that wide pink streak of hair she has does something to me. She acts like the straight A’s goodie goodie, but that streak tells me she’s a rebel at heart.
And Slade is right. The big dark eyes against smooth pale skin does make her look like a doll. A doll I want to do bad things to.
Maybe getting my hands on that juicy body of hers would be the cure for this shit. I can put her in her place while we both enjoy it.
I don’t need her to move away; I need to get her beneath me. Need to hear her beg. Need her on her knees, mouth stuffed with my cock. Or tied up, face-down on my bed. Maybe on her back, my hand around her throat as I bang into that tight little cunt.
I guarantee she’s a virgin.
She’s way too perfect good-girl not to be.
Hmm. Ruining the daughter might be the perfect punishment for the human who took my dad’s self-respect.
It’s not a bad plan. I adjust my cock as the thought takes root and starts to spin.
“Hello? Cole?” Wilde waves a hand in front of my eyes. I guess I’ve been staring off.
“He’s already boning her in his mind,” Bo snorts.
“Yeah.” I push my shoulder off the lockers. “I’m definitely planning on it.”
“Just make it legal, dude, or Alpha Green will have your nuts. You know the rules,” Austin warns.
Bile hits my throat. “Are you suggesting I’d rape her?” Anger makes my vision dome, my wolf showing his colors. I may be a dick, but do my own friends think I’d actually stoop that low?
There’s no fucking way I stand for rape. Not ever. I have a little sister. I’d kill any fucker who forced himself on her. On any girl in this school. I may hate the girl, but shit. Wolves are protective by nature and there’s a code of honor even I wouldn’t ever stray from.