I wanted to scream. Or set the room on fire. Possibly both.
“You’re wolves,” I snapped. “Your bodies run hot by default. That doesn’t mean I need to see the full moon rising every time I walk in here.”
Dalton smirked-an infuriating, lazy curl of his lips. “You could just not look.”
“You could just put on pants!”
He finally met my eyes. “No one’s stopping you from moving rooms.”
I stared at him, jaw clenching. “Is that a challenge?”
“No,” Derrick said without looking up. “That’s a warning.”
Oh, f*ck off.
I stormed across the room without another word, straight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me with a force that made the frame rattle. My reflection in the mirror looked as pissed as I felt-red-cheeked, jaw clenched, glowing eyes like a wild creature.
I peeled off my clothes in silence, turned on the shower, and stepped under the spray before it was fully warm. The cold water jolted my senses, but I didn’t move. I just stood there, letting it rush over me like it could drown the frustration clawing inside my chest.
Dalton and Derrick were going to kill me. If not literally, then emotionally, mentally, spiritually. This was day one, and I already wanted to punch both of them square in the jaw.
After a few minutes, I washed quickly, then dried off and stood in front of the mirror again. The steam blurred my face, and for a second, I let myself look-really look-at the girl underneath the mask.
The soft lines of my collarbone. The slope of my waist. The shape I fought to hide every single day.
I didn’t linger.
Each loop of the bandage felt like armor.
Like I was wrapping myself back into invisibility.
When I was done, I tugged on a plain black tank top and loose pajama pants, then splashed cold water on my face for good measure.
Once I stepped back into the bedroom, neither of them acknowledged me.
Fine by me.
I climbed into my canopy bed-queen-sized like theirs-and sank into the mattress with a sigh. It was comfortable, at least. A small mercy. I faced the wall and pulled the covers up to my shoulders, pretending the heavy velvet canopy above me was a shield. Something to hold back their scent, their presence, their everything.
I closed my eyes.
And for a few minutes, I let myself pretend I was alone.
Then one of them burped.
The other one laughed.
“Gross!” I shouted, already on the verge of launching another tantrum.
“Are you even a boy, Savage?” Dalton asked in his infuriating voice. “‘Cause you get upset over things girls usually do.”
My breath caught.
My spine stiffened.
One day.
One day, and I’d already blown my cover.
But then Derrick cut in with a snort.
“Nah, man. He’s too bulked up and got no curves. Couldn’t be a girl even trying.”
And I didn’t know why exactly-
But something about that… hurt.
It hurt a lot.
This was hell.
Literal hell.
There were probably demons in the underworld with more modesty than these two.
I laid there for a while, face pressed to the sheets, trying not to let my heart race too fast. It wasn’t just the nakedness. It was the constant threat. The tension. The weight of pretending every damn second.
If I slipped up-if I forgot for even one breath that I was supposed to be Kai, the quiet, sharp-tongued boy from the Winter Pack-I was dead. Or worse.
Exposed.
And I wasn’t sure which would be more dangerous.
Summer was no help. She was giggling like a drunk hyena in my head.
‘I told you,’ she sing-songed. ‘You should’ve let me shift. Then we could rip their blankets off and claim the room like a real wolf.’
“Shut up,” I muttered.
“What’s that?” Derrick’s voice floated through the curtain.
I froze.
He’d heard that?
“No talking to yourself after lights out, roommate,” Dalton added lazily. “It’s creepy.”
My voice was dry. “Sorry I’m not busy jerking off to my own reflection like you two.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then Derrick snorted. “You think we need mirrors for that?”
I bit back a groan.
This was going to be a long night.
And tomorrow?
I’d have to do it all over again.
Smile. Deflect. Survive.
I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up.
KAI POV
I was jolted awake by the most obnoxious sound known to man-or wolf.
Beep.
Beep.
BEEEEP.
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. I sat up like I’d been slapped awake by the Moon Goddess herself. It wasn’t my phone-I’d triple-checked it before bed, set it for 7:45 AM like a normal person.
Dalton groaned across the room. “Derrick, for f*ck’s sake-turn it off.”
Beep.
Beeeeeeep.
No response.
I flopped back down, yanking a pillow over my head. No good. The sound pierced through fabric, bone, and soul like an ancient torture device.
5:30 AM.
I checked the clock twice to be sure I wasn’t hallucinating.
What kind of psychopath sets an alarm this early when class doesn’t start until 8:30? A masochist? A gym rat? A serial killer?
I snapped the covers off me, marched across the room, and yanked my curtain open like I was preparing to rip the wings off a butterfly.
“Derrick, shut that damn thing off before I rip your throat out and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine,” I hissed.
No reaction.
The bastard was asleep. Blissfully, fully, nakedly asleep.
At least his d**k wasn’t on display this time. Small wins.
His back was massive-like a sculpted slab of angry stone, tattooed and tanned. His face was turned slightly toward the ceiling, mouth open, drool forming at the corner of his lip. And he was snoring.
Loudly.
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