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Pushing. Snarling. Breaking through this crowd in any way I can to reach that strawberry and cinnamon scent. She’s here. Why the hell is she here? “Move!” I snap, shoving a boy out of my way. Axel’s the impatient one. But right now, I’m not focused on manners. I’m focused on her. When I spot Clarrisa’s familiar inky hair, something in my chest tightens. She turns to me, her cruel smile faltering. “Hunter.” She greets, all annoyed like I’m about to ruin her fun. “Where’s Olivia?” I snap. I’m not in the mood to deal with Ryker’s evil fuck buddy. “The human? Right here.” She says so innocently, it grates on my nerves. She steps aside, and sure enough, Olivia’s tiny frame is folded up against the wall. My heart lurches as fast as my feet. I kneel, pressing my ear to her chest. I wouldn’t put it past Clarissa to murder her for fun. Thankfully, her erratic heartbeat is there. Even passed out, she’s fucking terrified. “What did you do?” I growl, turning to Clarissa. She pouts like I’m being boring and unreasonable, then raises an empty red cup, “I was just trying to get her to lighten up.” My body clenches, “You gave her beer?” “What? She’s an adult, isn’t she? Or should we ask the parents she doesn’t have?” People snicker in the crowd, only making my anger grow. I lift Olivia bridal-style, and she somehow manages to cling to me. Her soft hair brushes my chest. “Party’s over,” I announce. “Everyone out, please” There’s a collective groan, but I keep staring at Olivia. She’s fucking shaking. “I SAID EVERYONE OUT!” They rush for the door like I set the room on fire. Only Clarissa dares to come close to me, tiptoeing toward my ear and whispering, “If you want to know who really started this, talk to your Alpha.” I gawk at her as she blows me a kiss, then sashays after the fleeing party-goers. The fuck does she mean? “H-Hunter?” Olivia whispers, silencing any other thoughts I have. “Olivia,” I press her closer. “Where ammm I?” She slurs. “At my pack house. What are you doing here?” “Rykerrrr invited me.” She mumbles, then hiccups. Of course he did. “You need to lie down.” Olivia giggles, “I am lyinggggg down silly.” My brows furrow. I know humans have a low tolerance for werewolf alcohol, but this seems extreme. I carry her upstairs and shoulder into my bedroom, then gently lay her on my covers. Axel will kill me for letting her stay, but I would kill myself if I left her alone at her dorm and someone took advantage of her. I’ll sneak her out tomorrow morning. Easy. Olivia flops over, lying on her back and accidentally opening her legs so I can see the thin fabric of her panties. The urge to drag my cock over her underwear makes me blush. I face away as my cock shoots up. “Don’t hideeee from me.” She slurs. She can’t just be drunk. I take a deep breath and turn back to her. Olivia stares at me with shiny, blown-out eyes. Fucking hell. “Clarissa drugged you.” Olivia smiles slowly, “I likeeeee being drugged.” “No, you don’t. Lie down, I’ll get you water.” “Ouuuuuuu,” she coos, then chuckles, “Daddy Hunterrrrr wants to take care of me.” “Daddy Hunter?” My lips twitch. She nods lazily, and for some insane reason, she starts trying to stand. “Whoa.” I wrap a hand around her waist just as she flops to her feet and laughs. “Olivia. Lie down.” “Oliviaaaa, lie down.” She mocks me in a low voice, and I can’t help the ragged laugh that bursts out of me. I didn’t think she’d be funny. Her scent spikes, crawling into my brain and making my dick jerk. How am I horny at a time like this? Her eyes darken in a way that has me asking, “Olivia?” Her fingers dig into my back, and her slurred voice goes sultry, “I feel… fuck.” “You feel what?” My heart hammers, and I press her back on the bed to see if it’ll help. It doesn’t; her breathing becomes shallow. She drips her cinnamon and strawberry scent. Whimpering, but not in pain. Is she sick? Poisoned? Where the hell is Ryker, and why didn't he protect her if he invited her? Goddess, I'm going to kill him. My mind fires back to Clarissa, “That drink she gave you. What did it taste like?” Olivia bites her lip, thinking, “Sweet. Burning. It… fuck, Hunter.” Fuck is right. Clarissa didn’t just give her any drug. She gave her a sexual stimulant. “Hunter.” Olivia moans again, looking up at me through thick lashes. I stifle a groan. My name sounds so desperate on her tongue that it takes everything in me not to kiss her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I'm so caught off guard that when she yanks me, I fall on top of her. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. “Olivia.” It’s supposed to be a warning, but my husky voice betrays me. Her breath hitches, and slowly, she runs a hand down my abs. My cock jerks in response. I need to leave before I cave. “Hunter,” she whispers again, before latching her fingers into the waistband of my jeans, and saying the magic words that send my brain straight to hell. “Fuck me.”Shoving. Pushing. Snarling. Breaking through this crowd in any way I can to reach that strawberry and cinnamon scent. She’s here. Why the hell is she here? “Move!” I snap, shoving a boy out of my way. Axel’s the impatient one. But right now, I’m not focused on manners. I’m focused on her. When I spot Clarrisa’s familiar inky hair, something in my chest tightens. She turns to me, her cruel smile faltering. “Hunter.” She greets, all annoyed like I’m about to ruin her fun. “Where’s Olivia?” I snap. I’m not in the mood to deal with Ryker’s evil fuck buddy. “The human? Right here.” She says so innocently, it grates on my nerves. She steps aside, and sure enough, Olivia’s tiny frame is folded up against the wall. My heart lurches as fast as my feet. I kneel, pressing my ear to her chest. I wouldn’t put it past Clarissa to murder her for fun. Thankfully, her erratic heartbeat is there. Even passed out, she’s fucking terrified. “Wha
The door closes behind them, but the threat rings in my ears.*Trust me, human. I haven’t even begun with you.*All I wanted was to meet Talon, and the person who was meant to introduce me to him just walked out with the wolf that assaulted me.My chest constricts with panic. What if there is no Talon? What if Ryker lured me here to mess with me?“Is she… breathing?” Someone asks above me.The music blares on, but no one is dancing anymore. I'm too scared to look up or peel myself off the sticky floor.“What do we do?” Someone else whispers, and there’s a chorus of confusion that makes me want to die.Finally, a girl drawls, “I say we learn more about the human, just like Axel.”A chill washes over me, “please don’t-“Sharp nails wrap in my blonde hair and yank me forward till my neck snaps. I face startling, icy blue eyes and a scrunched nose.“Do you speak?” The girl breathes in my face.Afraid, I nod.Her lips crook into a snakey smile, “Good. I’m Clarissa,
This was a mistake.Someone pushes his girlfriend behind him, growling at me like my disgusting human genes will corrupt her.But his hatred doesn’t even match the one from the large, tattooed Lycan standing in front of me. We lock eyes.“Human.” He snarls, making goosebumps flare over my skin. Who needs the council to kill me when this massive man will crush my head in a second?Right as I turn to make a beeline out the door, Ryker’s voice rises from the crowd, “Axel, lay off her. I invited her here.”Whispers float through the crowd, but the boy, Axel, doesn't seem to have heard Ryker. Instead, Axel keeps staring at me, and when he finally speaks, it's laced with enough acid to burn my soul: “Get the fuck out of my house.”His house? The Crestridge house?Oh shit, that means he’s-“Alpha.” Ryker confirms, “We don't have time for this. Talon, remember?”There’s a shift in his silver eyes, something like worry, and he breaks out of his trance.I’m about to exhale when he marches
Fuck, she smelt so good. “You’ve outdone yourself, Rye!” Clarissa shouts over the music. We grind in sync with other couples on the dancefloor. I control her hips, bucking against her ass with my hardened dick. But she’s not the one I want to sink my erection into. Olivia. It doesn’t make sense. My brain hasn’t had space for any thoughts except partying, pussy, and Talon for years. Suddenly, some human waltz into Hunter’s life and I'm getting a hard on every three minutes thinking about her.I grab Clarissa by her neck and yank her into me. She bares her throat for me to nip and lick while I squeeze one of her huge boobs.It's not enough. I can still scent Cinnamon and Strawberry. But Clarissa is clearly dripping for me, I can smell it. Usually, it's enough to have me shoving my dick in her mouth, but today I feel so disconnected.Finally, she whispers, “Don’t you want to take me somewhere private?” “Oh fuck yes,” maybe when we’re fucking I'll get my senses back. She grins l
“We’re here,” Dillon says brightly. He pushes open my dorm room door, and if I weren’t so tense, I might have admired my new space. There’s a small bed pushed to the wall, a sturdy-looking desk beside it, and a large window overlooking the whole setup. It’s nothing special, but I'm just grateful they didn’t make me sleep in a dustbin or something. Dillon sets my box down, “You’re lucky you get to move in during the weekend. You have Saturday and Sunday to rest before it all begins.” Lucky isn’t the word I'd use to describe my situation, but I try to smile at him regardless, “Thank you, Dillon.” “If you need me, you know where to find me, or Hunter.” I swallow. The last thing I want to think about is Hunter. Looking back, I should have kept my struggles to myself. What if he tells the whole school the council is trying to kill me? That’ll definitely make me a target. I nod, and Dillon squeezes my shoulder, “Be safe, Olivia.” ‘I’ll try.” Not like it's my choice. He leaves. Bu
Predators. That’s what I’m surrounded by. No matter how nice this office is. No matter how pristine their suits are. I cannot forget that with just one bite, all four members of the council have the power to end my life. And they will. Or… most of them will. One offers me a sympathetic smile, and he has the same black hair and kind blue eyes as his son, Hunter. The legendary Dillon West. Principal Watson sits between the 4 council members, staring at me like he can’t believe I’m real. “Miss Blackwood, apologies for making you start the semester so late. We only wanted to make sure you turned 19 before we let your… deal set in.” I shift in my seat. My deal? Right. Cause I had so much of a say over whether these animals fucking kill me. A woman with a pinched face scrunches her nose at me, “You are a strange thing aren’t you? Whose stupid idea was it to let you into Lycroft?” “Watch your mouth, Roanna.” Dillon snaps, surprising me. He leans forward, smiling sorrily







