Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Neither of us will ever be intimidated by school bullies. We were the popular kids at Landhower Prep. We’re not about to go down on bended knee to worship these losers.
Abe and two of his friends sit down at our table. He pretends the focus of his interest is Rayne, but I know he’s here to get a rise out of me. “Look at that. The runt finally made another friend.”
It’s a shame he’s so good-looking. It makes it hard to look away.
“Two,” his friend J.J. says, looking between me and Lincoln. “Or do two losers only add up to one?”
Abe slides right up against me, invading my space. I send him my best back-off look, but he only smiles. His teeth are white and perfect, lips far too sensual to belong to such a manly-man. “I didn’t think Pearls would lower herself to make friends in Wolf Ridge.”
Pearls. That’s what he calls me because we’re rich. He’s always making comments about our mansion and the car we drive.
“I’ll bet they go to Homecoming as a threesome. That would be cute, right?” The other guy, Markley, says.
The smile vanishes from Abe’s face. In fact, he suddenly looks downright dangerous. Prickles of warning stand out on my arms, but I can’t figure out what I should be afraid of.
“As long as we’re all there to watch you get crowned king, right?” Rayne tosses back.
His grin returns.
Right. Abe will be Homecoming king. I wonder who his queen will be? Not that I care. I have no plans to go to the dance.
“Pass,” I say. Spending more time with the kids from this school would be nothing but painful.
That flash of irritation crosses Abe’s face again, but he recovers quickly, pasting his shit-eating grin back on. “You know what would be funny?”
“What?” J.J. asks.
“To put these three losers on the ballot.”
“Why?” Markley asks.
I don’t get it. Unless…he really does want me there to see him get crowned.
Maybe the big-shot bully is actually interested in me.
Ha.
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.