ANGELA’S POVThe drive started out so quiet I could hear my own breathing. My hands stayed locked on the wheel, but I kept sneaking little glances at him. Aaron looked too calm, sitting with one arm hooked on the door and the other resting on his leg like he belonged there. Like none of this made him the least bit nervous. That steadiness of his set my nerves on fire.When the streetlights slid over his face, every flicker showed me something new. The hard line of his jaw, the way his lashes cut shadows, the corner of his mouth twitching when he realized I was staring.“Eyes on the road,” he said, soft but teasing.I huffed, squeezing the wheel tighter. “I am.”“Mm. Sure.” That half smile of his made my stomach turn over. I hated it, but I also didn’t. I wanted him to keep needling me.We turned onto his street, and I swear my jaw nearly dropped. My foot almost slipped from the gas. His house loomed ahead, iron gates, tall hedges, a mansion glowing like it had been painted into the ni
ANGELA’S POVBy dinner, I felt like I had been wrung out like a wet towel. My aunt had gone all out: roasted turkey, fried rice, vegetables. The works. I piled my plate as high as I could, because food, well... food fixes things, even if just for a little while.Dinner that night felt different. Maybe it was because it was one of my last nights there, or maybe it was just the weight of everything swirling in my head. Either way, I could feel Rainey sneaking glances at me from across the table while her parents chatted about their day.“So, Angela,” her mom said warmly, scooping a little rice onto her plate. “Rainey tells me you already have your bag packed for tomorrow?”“Yes, ma’am,” I said, forcing a smile. “It has been a really good visit though. I am grateful for how welcoming you have all been.”Her dad chuckled. “Well, you have been no trouble at all. Honestly, I think Rainey needed the company. She has been glued to her phone less this week.”“Dad!” Rainey groaned, rolling her
ANGELA’S POVNothing is fine, but I didn’t say that. How do you tell your mother you couldn’t find your mate and you’re going home to a marriage that could kill you? Instead, I lied because it was easier. “I’m fine, Mom. Just tired.” Because sometimes tired feels like the smallest, safest truth you can give.The call with Mom ended, and I let out a long, tired sigh as I flopped back onto the bed. My chest felt heavy. Frustrated didn’t even begin to cover it. I stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to gather myself, then pushed up and went back to folding clothes into my suitcase. I was halfway through when the door creaked open.Rainey slipped inside, leaning against the frame with a small smile. “Hey, want to go shopping? One last hangout before you leave.”I dropped a shirt into the suitcase and looked at her. The idea sounded good. I didn’t want to waste a whole day brooding. “Yeah, why not,” I said, and a smile came easier than it had all morning.A little while later we drift
ANGELA’S POVSunlight slid across my face and woke me slow. The blankets were heavy and warm, like they were holding onto heat. For a second I just wanted to stay wrapped up. Then I realized something else was in the bed with me. I tried to sit up and couldn’t. The more I pushed, the tighter the person behind me pulled me in.I was about to scream when a wash of something else hit me. Pleasure, familiar and sharp, flooded my limbs. My stomach and legs were humming. The scream I had planned turned into a breathy exhale. The person behind me shifted.A big hand moved from my stomach to my hip and tugged me closer. He was huge. I could have vanished in his arms and no one would have noticed. “Good morning,” a deep voice purred. His breath ghosted past my shoulder and sent goosebumps down my arms. Honestly, he made me feel half-brained and soft in a way I hated.“Are you cold?” he asked, his fingers traveling from my hip up my side and down my arm. The touch made the bumps on my skin flar
ANGELA’S POVI woke to sparks pouring over my arms. When I lifted my head from the car window, I blinked hard and tried to place where I was. Aaron had driven me home, and I could not remember telling him the way to my uncle’s house.His hand was big and warm around mine. When I opened my eyes, he drew back slowly, like he was checking if I was really awake. I almost whimpered when his fingers slipped away. It felt odd; touching someone should have felt wrong and then, suddenly, not wrong at all. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his hand again, my fingers locking around his. I felt the muscles in his forearm tense under my palm.Curiosity took over. I started studying the tattoos on his arm: half moons, two wolves facing each other, ink that disappeared under his sleeve. I slid my hand up his arm, following the warmth and the tiny shocks under his skin, lifting cloth to see where the designs ended.A low growl filled the small space between us. Aaron jerked his arm away. “D
ANGELA’S POVI barely even knew James, and yet he thought he had the right to shove away my dance partner and announce he was taking me home.His whole body went stiff, his jaw locked. “You’re going home!” he barked again, louder this time, grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward the edge of the floor.I yanked free, the motion sharp enough to sting. I just stared at him, stunned at the sudden force.“What the hell, James? I don’t even know you. Leave me alone!” My voice shot out louder than I meant, cutting into a break in the music. Heads turned, people whispering.James looked around at the curious faces, then stormed off without another word. My pulse was still spiking when Rainey rushed to me, her hand tugging mine. She steered me toward the restroom, away from the stares.Inside, quieter, I leaned against the wall. My thoughts were a mess. Who did he think he was? I barely knew him, and he acted like he had some sort of claim over me.I told Rainey about running into him at the