Mag-log inRita’s POVCaspar’s mouth was hard and violent against mine, moving with the fervor of a wolf gone mad. His tongue tasted like peppermint and blood—my own blood drawn from a harsh prick of his fangs against my lower lip.My wolf went wild the moment his mouth slanted across mine. I tried to pull my head back but met only hard wall and Lilith’s resistance, howling at me to deepen the kiss, to let Caspar pull me closer.For a moment, I did.His arm looped around my waist, mouth still locked against mine, and lifted me from the ground with ease. The room spun as he turned and carried me over to the bed.Only then, with a harsh shove that sent me flying back onto the mattress, did he release his grip on my lips.Caspar took a stumbling step back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I hardly had a chance to catch my breath before Cedric replaced him.Cedric’s kiss was slightly softer and more passionate, but just as jarring. His lips only lingered on mine for a few moments before t
Rita’s POVI hastily pulled my shirt on, but it was too late.They had already seen everything.The twins stared at me like they had just walked in on me having sex with Aaron.A long silence ensued. Their eyes slid over me with disdain. Then to Aaron, where they looked at him in the same way. Then to me again.Through the bond we shared, I could feel their anger radiating outward in waves. It was probably designed to frighten me, as if I had done something wrong, but all it did was make me stare back indignantly.“Well then.” Cedric’s mental voice was low and dangerous. “You really are like your mother, aren’t you?”I didn’t answer.“Sleeping around with the first male who looks your way?” Caspar added.“He was putting ointment on the wounds you two left on me.”“I’m sure he put something elsewhere, too,” Cedric retorted.I lifted my chin. They were jealous, weren’t they? They thought that I had something going on with Aaron. As if I owed them anything, anyway.“And so what if he did
Rita’s POVMonday morning came quickly. I’d spent most of my free time during the weekend training and studying, staying out of the cottage as much as possible.History class was largely uneventful, which came as a surprise. Olive and her clique glared at me from the back of the room as I took my seat, but I noticed some other students staring at me as well.I half expected them to say something cruel about Friday—perhaps belittling me for being a “know-it-all” or a teacher’s pet during Olive’s presentation.But they didn’t. They just smiled faintly at me, then returned to their work.One of the students began handing back the reports. When mine was passed back to me, I smiled at the grade on the front: an A. It wasn’t an A+, but it was good enough for now.I flipped through the paper to look at the corrections the professor had made. On the third page, something fell out. A folded yellow sticky note fluttered into my lap.Curious, I opened it.“Thank you for everything,” it read. “Af
Rita’s POVShe was furious, and rightly so, and she wanted me to do something.But I knew better than to snap back now. That would only feed my own anger while handing them exactly what they wanted. Olive would play the victim even harder, and she'd love every second of it.Let them play their silly game of doting brothers and perfect sister. They could punish me all they wanted—it wouldn't change what everyone in that classroom just witnessed.This is how I win, I realized. Not by screaming the truth at them, but by letting them walk right into it. One piece of evidence at a time, one slip of Olive's perfect mask after another.I grabbed the bucket of soapy water and knelt by the bathroom door, scrubbing at a stubborn stain that Olive had left behind from a nail polish bottle that she’d dropped earlier.As I worked at the stain, the twins’ gazes drifted over to me. I suddenly felt an unexpected twinge through the bond that made me jerk my head up.They were both staring at me. Caspar
Rita’s POVAcademy coursework was already demanding enough as it was. The last thing I needed was to take on another person’s work, especially when I was trying to get high enough grades to make it as a Warrior.I stared at the pile of papers Olive had just thrown in front of me, then looked up at her.“You expect me to write your report for you?”She grinned, reaching for the coffee carafe, and filled her travel mug. “What’s wrong with that? It’ll help you build character.” She patted my shoulder as she passed by. “Maybe, if you earn an A+, you’ll even be one step closer to becoming the Queen of the Untouchables.”I watched Olive saunter out of the room, pink skirt swaying behind her. She left me sitting there with her class project sitting in front of me like it was my responsibility.I picked up the papers and gripped them so hard they crinkled. I wanted to rip them in half and leave the shreds in the trash can. Maybe she could find her precious A+ grade beneath the pile of coffee
Rita’s POVFinally, to my surprise, they nodded.“Very well,” Cedric said. “We accept your stipulation.”“Are you sure about this, Rita?” Cedric grasped the back of his shirt with one hand and pulled it over his head in one motion. “Caspar and I were on the swim team and in the school marching band when we were students here. Our lung capacity is probably twice the size of yours.”I flushed, looking away from the expanse of toned muscle, and stuck my chin out. “I’ll be fine.”Cedric snorted and dropped down to the side of the pool. “Suit yourself.”Caspar was quieter, but when I looked at him, his eyes burned with a mixture of disappointment and amusement. I could feel it through the bond—he wished I wouldn’t be so stubborn, and yet he was interested to see where this would go.Well, I decided then and there that I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction. Not today. Not after everything they had done.For once, I wasn’t just fighting for my own dignity, but for that of all of the U





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