chapter 8

In my lifetime, I’d never seen that mark. I was fairly certain Tyler’s dad didn’t have it either. I used to wish someone would challenge him so Tyler’s status would drop, but I gave up on that long ago. It wasn’t my problem. By the time someone did challenge him, I’d be long gone.

“What’s it going to be?” Julian said, moving closer to the door. “How wide can you open your mouth?”

“You’re disgusting,” I said.

“Why else would Tyler ask you to stick around if you’re not putting out?” Julian asked.

“I’m not fucking Tyler.” I wasn’t fucking anyone. Like there was anyone in this pack I was willing to get into bed with. Sure, I had desires just like everyone else, but they were mellow compared to shifter libidos. I’d walked in on classmates in the library more than once. While I might get myself off on occasion, I could wait until I was home and my door was locked.

At least that was one good thing about this curse. I couldn’t imagine having sex with any of the assholes around here. We didn’t