Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Rayne.
I can’t believe she’s sleeping in my room, in my bed, right now. It’s about as wrong as things could get.
What’s more…what was up with her coming to the door in her panties?
It can only be because I spent a night in jail not sure if I’d ever see freedom again that my cock got hard when I saw her.
I reach down and arrange my junk. I’m still sporting a semi, which pisses me off. I don’t find Rayne even the slightest bit attractive.
She’s defective. Probably not even full shifter. My wolf would never want to mate with someone like her.
Still, I have to admit she looks better than when I saw her last. She still has that nose piercing, but her hair is a normal color and not punked out in all directions anymore. It actually looked…well, I wouldn’t say pretty, but decent.
Pretty if you didn’t know she was defective. The heart-shaped face. The big blue eyes. Bowtie mouth.
And those legs…
For someone so short, she has long legs. She definitely knows how to use them. The way she strutted out of this room could slay a room full of human males. She also has decent tits. She’s the right proportions. At least she has that going for her. Did her nipples get hard for me?
No, I must have imagined that.
But I can’t stand that her scent is all over me now. Curling up in my nostrils, infuriating me with each breath. It makes my wolf snarly and aggressive.
Fuck, what if my new sibling is just like her? Defective and weak. Small and helpless, like a human?
I turn over angrily, adjusting the pillow beneath my neck. My cock twitches, like it’s still interested in knowing what’s under those panties Rayne was wearing.
I refuse to touch it. There’s no way in hell I will stroke myself off thinking about Rayne the Runt.
I’d rather die.
Chapter Three
Rayne
I wake up from my dream just before Wilde tackles me. I’m covered in sweat, my heart racing, and my mouth wet with saliva. The skin around my nose ring itches. I throw off the covers, yank on my pajama pants and creep out to the shower. It’s a school day, which means I have to be ready early, so my mom can drive me to school on her way to work.
Like the homes of all the wealthier citizens of Wolf Ridge, Logan’s house is up on the mountain at the edge of the forest. It’s not on the school bus route, and I don’t have my driver’s license yet–a fact that’s been a constant source of tension since we moved in.
I shower quickly, worried the whole time that Wilde will have to use the bathroom and be pissed that I’m in it.
But I shouldn’t have to live with this much anxiety.
Fuck Wilde.
Screw Logan, for that matter.
But, of course, the moment I step out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped under my armpits, I slam into a wall of solid muscles.
I thought the senior football players at Wolf Ridge High were muscular, but they are nothing compared to Wilde. He’s a sculpted god. He would win any body building competition he entered and then some.
I bite back the instinct to apologize. I belong here, too, dammit.
“Watch it, Runt,” Wilde growls.
“Watch it, yourself, Wilde,” I dare. Because what is he going to do? He can’t very well hurt me or say anything while the parents are in the house–they will hear everything.
He shows me his bared teeth as he turns sideways to get through the door to the bathroom. I notice he’s still in the same clothes he came in wearing last night like he slept all night in them. I get a whiff of his leather and toffee musk, and my knees go weak. The brush against his hard abs sends quivers down my inner thighs, even though I’d never be interested in a guy like him.
I mean, I guess my body is interested, but my brain sure isn’t.
I ignore the stab of guilt I have about taking his room.
It’s not my problem. He brought all of this on himself.
I get dressed and comb through my wet hair. I have to use some rubbing alcohol around my nose ring. I swear, lately, it feels like the hole is closing, which doesn’t make sense because I’ve had the piercing since Freshman year.
I put on a touch of makeup. I used to go for the heavy black eyeliner punk-emo look, but I’ve lightened up over the past couple of years. After I befriended Bailey, a human senior and similar outcast, my sophomore year, I had a good nine months of hanging out with the in-crowd–Wilde included. It was amazing to have a social life for once.
Bailey ended up paired with the star quarterback in the shifter world’s most unlikely match ever, and she pulled me into their sphere with her. But then they all went to college.