Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, I’m right or yes they were on the bag?”
“Yes, you’re right.”
“Well, Wilde, we should be able to get the charges dropped. I want you back on the team by next week’s game if we can swing it. So if I call this phone number, are you going to pick up?”
My wolf doesn’t like it.
For some reason, he can’t fucking stand the idea of going back to Duke.
I get it. He never got to run there. I had to hide what I was.
But it’s Rayne’s creosote and juniper scent crawling into my nostrils that makes me clench my fist so hard around the phone I crack the screen.
My wolf doesn’t want to leave Rayne.
She has to be my mate.
There’s no other answer.
Still, I can’t say no. Not when I face being kicked out of the pack if I do. Not when Coach Granview and the team are counting on me.
They may not be my pack, but I still know loyalty.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch.” He ends the call.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I have to get Rayne to turn during the full moon. I need to know if she’s really mine.
Leaving now before we’ve figured things out wouldn’t be fair to her. It wouldn’t be fair to me. Something I probably should start paying more attention to. I keep telling Rayne to take up more space. Maybe it’s time I follow my own advice.
I’m not leaving Wolf Ridge until I know for sure if my sweet stepsister truly belongs to me.
Rayne
On Wednesday, Wilde texts me during sixth period to tell me to meet him right after school instead of after practice.
He doesn’t say why.
Simply receiving a text from him sends my belly into flutters. He doesn’t normally text me. All I’ve had to go on the past few days is the times we’re in the Jeep alone together.
Wilde has spent every night on the couch this week, which is probably good, but I’m restless and irritable and rather desperate for release.
I used the extra time alone in my room to make a bunch of foot videos. It’s amazing how different it all feels now.
You wouldn’t think having sex could change a person so much, but it truly has. I’m not the same female I was before Wilde took my V-card.
Now I feel sensual. Sexual. Awakened. When I dirty-talk to the camera, I sort of actually mean it. At least, I’m drawing from a genuine well, not just making stuff up.
I describe to my viewers how I want my toes sucked, drawing on everything Wilde did. Telling them how I’m touching myself as they do it. I imagine I’m talking to Wilde, not that I’m the dominant one in the relationship. But still, pretending he’s the one watching gives me confidence.
I trust that he finds me hot. I can’t wait until I can see it in his glowing green eyes again.
At least I know we’re having sex this weekend. Twice. Once before the dance and once after. My mom and I went shopping for a dress for Homecoming. Logan even offered up the money for it. I picked out a silver one to match my wolf eyes. A secret only Wilde and I know.
Every time I think of our pre and post-Homecoming dance date I smile.
I think the approaching full moon is starting to get to me.
I’ve never had that before. I’ve observed its effect on everyone around me, but I usually remain grounded. Only minorly changed by the wax and wan of the sky goddess.
But this one is intense.
I’m feverish all night, and it’s crazy, but when I saw Wilde leaving for his morning run, I had the urge to join him.
Me.
I don’t run. I don’t do anything athletic. But I suddenly understood why wolves have that urge to shift and run. That letting off steam thing makes sense to me now.
I find Wilde’s Jeep idling right out the door I normally exit, which secretly thrills me. I didn’t even know that he knew which class I had or where I come out.
I hop in the Jeep, and he takes off right away. This is no different than any other time he’s driven me to or from school. I get it–it’s not like he can give me a kiss when I get in.
But not even a smile? Or some kind of greeting?
Wilde is not just pretending he’s not sleeping with his stepsister, he’s still acting like I’m not worth his time in front of others.
I’d love to say it doesn’t hurt. That I’m used to this behavior since I’ve experienced it my entire life.
But this guy just took my virginity and is making rules like I belong to him, so I guess I want…more.
“Where are we going?”
“To get your driver’s license.”
Ouch. That hurts even more.
Wilde’s nostrils flare, and he looks over me. “What’s wrong?”