Stared at nothing.
Thought about everything.
About Kai.
About that fight.
About what I’d felt.
No one else showed up.
Good.
I pulled my shirt over my head, letting the wind cool my skin.
It was early autumn, the breeze dry and crisp, scented with leaves and distant bonfires. Normally, it grounded me.
Not today.
Today, it made my skin itch.
My wolf was restless. Pacing in the back of my mind. Snarling, not out of rage-but confusion.
He’d felt it too.
Something in Kai’s scent. Something we couldn’t place.
Not alpha.
Not omega.
Not beta.
Just… other.
And that was what made it dangerous.
Because if I couldn’t label it, I couldn’t ignore it. Couldn’t box it up and shove it away like I did with most things.
I’m not sure how long I had been out here for, but I didn’t shift. I didn’t move
I just sat there, staring at the skyline until it blurred.
Trying to figure out if I wanted to punch Kai Savage in the face-or pull him back onto the mat and kiss him stupid.
Neither answer sat right.
Both felt equally possible.
Which meant I was in way more trouble than I’d thought.
“You looked like you were enjoying that fight a little too much,” a voice said from behind me.
I didn’t need to turn.
“Derrick.”
He dropped onto the bench beside me, all casual confidence and smug superiority.
“I mean, I knew you were a bit of a flirt, but damn, D. I didn’t know you had a type.”
“I don’t,” I growled.
“Right. You just straddled him, locked eyes for like, a whole ass minute, and forgot how to breathe.”
I didn’t respond.
Derrick snorted. “You’re not denying it.”
“Shut up.”
He leaned back, arms spread behind him. “You think he’s-?”
“No,” I cut in. Too fast. “He’s a guy.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
+25 Points
Derrick tilted his head. “Cause the way he moved, the way he reacted when you grabbed his forearm -“
“I said shut up”
Silence.
Then, softer: “Alright.”
We sat there for a long time.
Two wolves on the edge of something we couldn’t name.
I didn’t look at Derrick again. Didn’t thank him.
Didn’t need to.
He knew.
And the fact that he noticed it too-that he saw what I saw in Kai-
That scared me more than anything.
Because it meant it wasn’t just in my head.
Kai Savage was hiding something.
And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to uncover it…
…or protect it.
Maybe both.
And that? That was the worst part of all.
KAI POV
The uniform itched.
Like hell.
Scratchy collar. Too-tight waistband. Rough fabric rubbing against parts of me it really shouldn’t be rubbing against-especially after a sparring session like the one I’d just had.
I shifted in my seat, pretending to fix the hem of my sweater, but all I wanted to do was scratch at the tight elastic around my ribcage and throw the whole damn uniform in a fire.
Not that it would help.
Because the problem wasn’t the fabric. Not really.
It was my body. And the way it reacted around certain people.
Like Derrick.
And worse-Dalton.
The Goddess must’ve been drunk when they made that one. He was carved from nightmares and fantasies in equal measure. Tall, broad-shouldered, all lethal power with the grace of someone who knew exactly how dangerous he was. And those eyes?
Don’t get me started.
Too intense.
Too aware.
I couldn’t focus on anything in History class.
I’d tried. Really, I had. I’d filled two whole pages with notes, underlined dates, made perfectly neat bullet points-but I couldn’t recall a single damn word. It might as well have been written in Ancient Wolven for how much I absorbed.
All because of them.
Stupid alphas.
Big. Muscled. Smelled like pine, sweat, and unfiltered testosterone. And apparently, all it took was one fight for my instincts to wake up and scream smash material! At the most inconvenient people possible.
I didn’t want to be drawn to them. To either of them.
But here I was.
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