Chapter 8: Hunter

Shoving.

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Pushing.

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Snarling.

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Breaking through this crowd in any way I can to reach that strawberry and cinnamon scent.

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She’s here.

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Why the hell is she here?

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“Move!” I snap, shoving a boy out of my way. Axel’s the impatient one. But right now, I’m not focused on manners.

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I’m focused on her.

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When I spot Clarrisa’s familiar inky hair, something in my chest tightens.

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She turns to me, her cruel smile faltering.

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“Hunter.” She greets, all annoyed like I’m about to ruin her fun.

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“Where’s Olivia?” I snap. I’m not in the mood to deal with Ryker’s evil fuck buddy.

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“The human? Right here.” She says so innocently, it grates on my nerves.

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She steps aside, and sure enough, Olivia’s tiny frame is folded up against the wall.

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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.

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Thankfully, her erratic heartbeat is there. Even passed out, she’s fucking terrified.

“What did you do?” I growl, turning to Clarissa.

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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.”

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My body clenches, “You gave her beer?”

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“What? She’s an adult, isn’t she? Or should we ask the parents she doesn’t have?”

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People snicker in the crowd, only making my anger grow.

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I lift Olivia bridal-style, and she somehow manages to cling to me. Her soft hair brushes my chest.

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“Party’s over,” I announce. “Everyone out, please”

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There’s a collective groan, but I keep staring at Olivia. She’s fucking shaking.

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“I SAID EVERYONE OUT!”

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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.”

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I gawk at her as she blows me a kiss, then sashays after the fleeing party-goers.

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The fuck does she mean?

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“H-Hunter?” Olivia whispers, silencing any other thoughts I have.

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“Olivia,” I press her closer.

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“Where ammm I?” She slurs.

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“At my pack house. What are you doing here?”

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“Rykerrrr invited me.” She mumbles, then hiccups.

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Of course he did.

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“You need to lie down.”

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Olivia giggles, “I am lyinggggg down silly.”

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My brows furrow. I know humans have a low tolerance for werewolf alcohol, but this seems extreme.

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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.

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Olivia flops over, lying on her back and accidentally opening her legs so I can see the thin fabric of her panties.

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The urge to drag my cock over her underwear makes me blush. I face away as my cock shoots up.

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“Don’t hideeee from me.” She slurs.

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She can’t just be drunk.

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I take a deep breath and turn back to her. Olivia stares at me with shiny, blown-out eyes.

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Fucking hell.

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“Clarissa drugged you.”

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Olivia smiles slowly, “I likeeeee being drugged.”

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“No, you don’t. Lie down, I’ll get you water.”

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“Ouuuuuuu,” she coos, then chuckles, “Daddy Hunterrrrr wants to take care of me.”

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“Daddy Hunter?” My lips twitch.

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She nods lazily, and for some insane reason, she starts trying to stand.

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“Whoa.” I wrap a hand around her waist just as she flops to her feet and laughs.

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“Olivia. Lie down.”

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“Oliviaaaa, lie down.” She mocks me in a low voice, and I can’t help the ragged laugh that bursts out of me.

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I didn’t think she’d be funny.

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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?”

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Her fingers dig into my back, and her slurred voice goes sultry, “I feel… fuck.”

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“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.

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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.

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My mind fires back to Clarissa, “That drink she gave you. What did it taste like?”

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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.

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“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.

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Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

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“Olivia.” It’s supposed to be a warning, but my husky voice betrays me.

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Her breath hitches, and slowly, she runs a hand down my abs. My cock jerks in response.

I need to leave before I cave.

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“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.”