Chapter 10
GRAY’S POV
She’s cute.
Fuck.
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Grab ahold of yourself, Grayson.
I pick up the damn water bottle, twist the cap with a little too much force, and take a long sip–mostly to stop myself from smirking like a lunatic across the table. She’s edgy. Fidgety. Can’t meet my eyes for more than two seconds without shifting in her seat like I’m burning her from the inside out.
Good.
She should be.
If she only knew–if she had any fucking clue–how close I was to kissing her in that lunch line just to shut those other girls up. Just to mark her with my mouth and make it clear: this one’s mine.
But I didn’t.
Because I can’t.
Not yet.
My thumb taps once–twice–against the side of the bottle as I stare at her. She’s not even eating. Just pushing food around like it insulted her. Her lashes flick up for half a second and our eyes meet.
She looks away.
Fast.
Gods, she’s going to kill me.
No, scratch that. I’m going to kill for her.
Logan is talking about something. Laughing, gesturing. I don’t know. I don’t care. My focus is locked on the way her fingers grip the edge of the tray. Tight. White–knuckled.
She’s trying so hard to pretend she’s okay.
She’s not.
And neither am I.
I shouldn’t have touched her.
Not in public. Not like that.
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But the second I felt the arch of her back under my hand, the soft little flinch she thought I didn’t notice–I knew.
She’s sensitive there.
Delicate.
Breakable.
Perfect.
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And every fucking instinct in me screamed to drag her onto the table, bare her throat, and bite down until she screamed my name with her legs wrapped around my waist.
1 blink slowly. Take another sip of water. Try to breathe like a sane person. I’ve led war parties with more composure than this.
My cock is still half–hard under the table, twitching every time she licks her lips like that.
Goddess. Help me.
She finally stabs something with her fork, then pauses, like she forgot how to eat.
Cute.
Distracted.
Mine.
“So,” Logan says, glancing between us like a dumbass who enjoys playing with landmines. “Since when are you… uhm, friends?”
Friends.
Huh.
Jessica’s fork clinks against her tray. Her eyes go wide. She sits up a little too fast.
“We’re not!”
Fast. Too fast. Like she’s desperate to outrun the idea.
I lick my lips, slow and deliberate. The annoyance coils in me tight, dark, bitter.
Really, woman?
well
she fumbles, cheeks going pink. “I don’t know what we are.”
Logan lifts a brow, clearly loving this.
Jessica stares down at her food, stabs a potato like it personally betrayed her. Her knee bounces under the table. Her lip twitches. She peeks at me, then back at her tray, like the eye contact might kill her,
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It might.
“We’re definitely not friends,” she mutters, quieter now. “That would imply I… like you.”
I raise a brow.
She glances at me again. “Which I don’t.”
This bitch.
grind my molars, hard enough to pop something in my jaw. My grip tightens around the bottle until the plastic buckles beneath my hand.
“In fact,” she adds, eyes still on her tray, “if we were the last two wolves alive and I was bleeding out, I’d still choose the sweet release of death over your company.”
I swear to the goddess- She’s too fucking proud. Too smug. Too untouchable. And it’s driving me insane. Doesn’t she get it? She wants me to lose it. She wants me to snap. I will. Eventually. And when I do? I’m going to teach that mouth exactly what it’s for.
I stare at her. At her neck. Her lips. The delicate shift of her throat when she swallows. I want to ruin her.
“So,” she adds, daintily wiping her mouth with a napkin, “what are you still doing here, Alpha?”
Alpha.
“Jess, stop it,” Logan tries to cut in, voice nervous. “Girl, not here.”
But like I said-
She’s a brat.
Jessica cocks her head at me, eyes dark and bright and begging for war.
“What?” she purrs, dragging out the word. “Did I stutter?”
I twist my lips, slow and tight, jaw ticking as the fire rises up my spine. Jessica throws me one stupid glance before she
stands.
“Enjoy your lunch, boys,” she mutters, swinging her tray onto the bin with a clatter and then she walks away.
I’m an Alpha and Alphas are calm. Measured. In control. So, I do what they teach us. I count.
One. Two Fuckit.
I shove my chair back so hard it screeches against the floor. Heads turn. I don’t care. She wants to be a brat. Fine. I’ll play.
My boots hit the floor like war drums as i stalk across the cateteria, eyes locked on the sway of her hips ahead. This stupid, reckless, mouthy little girl who keeps thinking I won’t lose it. Who keeps thinking I won’t snap her in half just to prove a point.
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I follow her through the hallway, every step pounding out of me like a war beat, like my body is preparing for a fight or a fuck and doesn’t care which it ends up being.
She takes a hard left–fast. Sharp. Like she thought she could lose me.
Her head snaps over her shoulder, eyes locking on mine for half a second..
Her brows furrow.
Good.
She’s finally realizing how deep in she is.
And then she runs.
She actually fucking runs.
Short, quick steps, like she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Like her body reacts before her brain catches up. Her bag bounces. Her ponytail swings. Her scent floods the air like it wants me to lose control.
That’s fucking right.
Run.
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You pissed me off.
You wanted a reaction?
You’re about to choke on it.
I storm after her, not even trying to stay quiet now. The soles of my boots slam against the floor like thunder. She darts down the side hall behind the science wing–the part of the school that always smells like copper and floor wax. No students. No cameras.
She fucked up. She doesn’t know it yet but she just walked into the fucking den. She throws open a random door in the hallway–doesn’t even check what’s behind it. Just slips inside like the universe won’t punish her for being that stupid. Storage room.
I slide in right after, boots skidding slightly against the tile as I round the corner and shoulder into the door. I pause. Check the frame. “Is the lock broken?”
Nope. I twist the knob. Locked. Good. Stupid girl. Stupid, reckless, unthinking girl. It’s dumb for her to come out here- back of the school, no windows, no teachers, no noise. No exits.
I lean into the door. Press it shut behind me. My palm grazes the handle once more–double–checking. Secured.
She’s not getting out without me.
She spins around so fast her hair whips with her, eyes blazing. “Why are you following
run from me first.
me?” she barks, like she didn’t just
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I don’t answer right away. I stay there for a second–leaned against the door, watching her chest rise and fall like she sprinted through a battlefield instead of a school hallway. Then I push off the door and started walking towards her.
Damn.
I wonder if her mouth tastes as mean as it sounds. I take two steps forward. She stiffens. “You’re stupid,” I say flatly.
Her eyes widen. She stares at me like I just slapped her across the face. “Excuse me?!”
“You heard me.”
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I stop walking. Right in front of her now. Jessica looks stunned and I am so fucking hard I could lose my mind. She doesn’t know what she just did to me.
She doesn’t know that I’ve had this scene in my head for years. Doesn’t know how many times I’ve laid awake dreaming about touching her like this.
Cornering her. Pressing into her. Watching her break.
My hand lifts before I can stop it. I brush her cheek with the back of my fingers. Soft. Just like I imagined. She jerks slightly but doesn’t move away. Not really. “You are just an omega,” I murmur, voice rough as gravel. “Yet this filthy little mouth of yours keeps disrespecting me.”
Her lips part–and my cock fucking twitches. Right there. One breath away from her. So close I could taste the smartass words off her tongue if I wanted to.
And fuck me, I want to.
I slide my thumb across her bottom lip. Drag it slow. She gasps. Tiny. Barely audible. But I hear it. Feel it. Fucking thrive in it.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, pressing in closer. My chest brushes hers. “You only know how to talk when you’re mouthing off, huh?”
She swallows, hard. My hand slips lower–fingers grazing her throat, the base of her neck, right where I’d mark her. Right where I’ve dreamed of leaving bruises no one else is allowed to see.
“Thought you were brave, Jess,” I mutter. “Thought you were a big girl.”
I lean in. My lips hover right next to her ear. “Say something nasty again,” I growl, voice filth and heat. “So I can stuff your mouth with my fingers and remind you what it’s really for.”
Her lips tremble. “Y–You can’t.”
I tilt my head. Smirk slow. “Why not, Jess, hmm?”
Her throat tightens. Her eyes flick to my mouth like she doesn’t mean to, “I–I’m not your mate.”
That makes me chuckle. Oh baby, if you only knew. If you only fucking knew. My gaze drags back to her lips. Pink. Trembling. Slightly parted.
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I stop myself.
No.
I want a fucking taste. Just a fucking taste. I said I wouldn’t touch her.
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Wouldn’t taste her. Not until she was mine. But fuck–She looks drunk on me. Head tilted. Eyes half–lidded. Breathing all wrecked and uneven like I just kissed her already.
She looks like temptation and sin wrapped in soft skin and sharp teeth.
My hand lifts–finds her jaw. I hold her there, thumb brushing against that perfect, stubborn mouth. She leans into it. Just slightly. Just enough and I almost give in.
Almost.
I step back. One breath. Two.
“No,” murmur to myself. “Not yet.”
I turn. Take one step toward the door. Do the right thing. Walk away. Be patient. But then I hear her exhale–soft, shaky. I feel it. Like a hook buried in my chest. I glance over my shoulder. She’s still standing there. Stunned. Dazed. Flushed. Lips swollen from nothing but tension.
And that’s it.
Fuck it.
I spin on my heel, cross the space in two strides, and slam her back into the shelf. My hand wraps around her throat–firm, possessive, not squeezing–just claiming. She gasps, eyes wide, lashes fluttering as she stares up at me like she just realized what I really am.
“Mine,” I growl.
Then I crush my mouth to hers. She fucking gasps and I swallow it. All of it.
Kiss her harder. Deeper. My free hand tangling in her hair, tilting her head just right so I can take all of her. Everything. Even her fucking sanity just like how she takes mine.
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