Enzo looked me up and down, then folded his arms across his chest again. “You seemed to like it last night,” he said. “I didn’t know I would just be an obstacle to you.”
Admittedly, Enzo’s words made me feel a bit guilty for snapping at him like that. I looked down at my feet and stuck my hands in my jacket pockets.
“I did enjoy it,” I replied quietly.
Enzo took a couple of steps toward me then. “So why deny it again?” he said softly. “And by the way… You look beautiful tonight.” He put his hand under my chin and lifted it so I looked into his eyes. From this close, I could see that his pupils were dilated and the iris around them had shifted from soft brown to a subtle red color. I gasped and stepped away just before he went to kiss me, nearly stumbling over a rock on the ground as I did so. Was he on something? That had to be the only reasonable explanation for this change in his eyes.
Enzo looked at me with an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite read. “What’s wrong?”
“Just… I would prefer if what happened last night was the one and only time,” I said. “Please stop playing with me like this. I don’t want to be hunted down by the hundreds of other girls at this school who would literally kill to get in bed with you for a night.”
Enzo didn’t say anything for several long moments. When I looked up, his eyes still appeared different… like a predator. There was something inside of him, something wild, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Whatever it was, I wanted no part of it.
Enzo let out a heavy sigh and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Alright,” he said. “But if you change your mind, I’ll be here. I can be patient when it comes to important people.”
I didn’t say anything else. I hesitated for a moment while part of me wanted to run far away and another part of me wanted to have sex with him again, but then the part of me that wanted to flee took over. I turned on my heel and ran around the cabin and back toward the fire, where everyone was still dancing — albeit they were all much more drunk than before.
As I ran toward the fire, I looked over my shoulder toward Enzo, who was still out of sight. Just then, I bumped into something solid and fell to the ground — well, I nearly fell to the ground, but a pair of strong arms caught me.
Enzo.
I looked up to see Enzo holding me, looking down at me with concern on his face while none other than Lisa sat in front of me with her perky butt on the ground, scowling at the fact that her ex caught me instead of her.
“Watch where you’re going, bitch!” she growled, standing and dusting herself off.
I pushed myself away from Enzo’s grip and took a couple of steps away.
“Sorry,” I said, raising my hands in submission.
Lisa glared at Enzo then, folding her arms across her chest while her pretty face turned bright red. “Babe! I can’t believe you caught her and not me. It was her fault, anyway!”
“Don’t call me babe.”
That was all he said before he threw me one last glance and walked back to the party.
I walked around Lisa to go back to the party, but she grabbed my arm and stopped me, her nails digging into my skin.
“What makes you think you have the right to traipse around with my ex, hm?” she growled.
I laughed and pulled my arm away. “Like you’re one to talk, Lisa,” I replied. “I literally caught you in my bed fucking my boyfriend last night.”
“Oh, please,” Lisa said with a scoff. “Justin was never your boyfriend. He just wanted someone to fill the time when I was too busy to fuck him. Maybe if you weren’t such a prude and would just have sex with him already, he would’ve stayed with you… Or maybe not. I mean, look at you.” She gestured at my body. “You’re such a nerd. And those stupid braids aren’t helping any.”
I ripped my arm away and clenched my fists. “What the fuck is your problem?” I said.
Lisa smirked and sauntered up to me. She was shorter than me and looked almost comical in my eyes. “Enzo is only pretending to fawn over you because he wants to humiliate me. He clearly still misses me after I dumped him last semester, and will do anything to make me jealous.”
I frowned at Lisa’s words. I knew all along that Enzo was only playing games with me, but it still hurt to hear it confirmed after all.
“Look,” I said, “I have no interest in Enzo. Whatever game you’re playing is no use. Let’s just go our separate ways.”
“Oh, we’ll go our separate ways,” Lisa said as I turned to walk back to the party. “After you get your ugly little ass away from the hockey team. They’re all mine.”
I rolled my eyes as I thought about Lisa hooking up with the entire hockey team at once. “Sure,” I said. “Whatever. Have fun with your harem of hockey players.”
My hands shook with anger. If there was one thing I hated more than anything in this world, it was betrayal and infidelity. I knew that the drama amongst the hockey players and the cheerleaders was rampant, but I didn’t know it ran this deep. Whatever was going on with Enzo and Lisa, I wanted no part of it.
I should never have gotten involved to begin with.
But why does Enzo always find me in various places? Did he put a GPS on me?
Enzo
When I saw the human girl with the two black braids at the bar on Friday night, I honestly didn’t think twice. She was just another average human girl — pretty, with a nice body, but ultimately useless for me.
You see, I’m a werewolf. I was never meant to have anything to do with humans. In fact, they always bored me; I much preferred being around my own kind. But when my father came to me one day and told me that he was purchasing a company that would do business in the human world and that he wanted me to be the face of the company, I couldn’t say no. My father was always in control — he was the alpha werewolf, and as his son, I was expected to do whatever he told me to do if I wanted to be the next alpha.
So, when he enrolled me in a human university and put me through rigorous training to be a sports god, I had to just grin and bear it. Everyone else at the university thought I was human, and as far as I knew, none of them knew anything about werewolves to begin with.
To the ordinary human, werewolves were just a myth; a story from a book written to scare children. The only human at the university who knew about my true nature was the dean, who was a hybrid. My father had paid him well to let me enroll and keep my secret safe.
To everyone else, I was just a popular, wealthy hockey star.
Eventually, after the first three semesters of being a hockey star, I actually wound up enjoying it. Hockey was the one thing that kept me sane during all of this; when I was on the ice, it was only me and my opponents. No drama, no company, no father telling me what to do and where to go.
I could just focus on the puck.
Outside of sports, my father always wanted me to mate with a girl who was poised and proper — someone to hold up the image of our household — but I never wanted that.
I never found a mate, anyway. It’s not that I didn’t want to find a mate; I just never found the right person. That’s why, when my father told me to date a hot, popular cheerleader to gain prestige at the university, I did what he told me to do.
I didn’t even like Lisa at all, though. She was hot, but she wasn’t a werewolf, and my wolf, Fio, hated every second in bed with her. She was nothing at all like the werewolf girls I had experienced so far.
The werewolf girls that I always liked were wild and free. Most of them didn’t care about skimpy clothes and makeup, and much preferred wearing practical clothing to move about freely in nature.
My father was angry at first when I told him that Lisa and I broke up, although I was relieved.
“You had one job!” he said. “Christ, Enzo! Can’t you just be happy to be a god at this school? You’re going to ruin the face of our company.”
He got over it pretty quickly, however, when I explained that not dating Lisa could be a good thing. It meant that I was “available” and all of the girls would fawn over me. His eyes practically showed dollar signs when I told him this, and from that day forward, my orders were to specifically stay out of a committed relationship.
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