LOGINThere are three other people living in the house. Two of them are werewolves. So much for my dreams of living among humans.
The she-wolf, Nadia, seems to dislike me on sight. Another werewolf, Jacob, on the other hand, seems to like me on sight. Only too much. He flirts and holds my hand a bit too long during the introduction that Caleb gives him a hard stare. The human girl, Lilith is a pretty girl who originally came from Ethiopia but grew up here. She seems nice, which is a good thing since I'm supposed to be sharing a room with her. She's also going to the same college but she's in her second year. The house is an open plan and small but clean and clutter free. The living room consists of a comfy looking black suede chair, a loveseat, a sofa, and a wooden coffee table in the middle. There is a 40-inch tv mounted on the wall facing the sofa. The windows have no drapes but they do have simple white blinds for privacy. The living room opens up to a tiny kitchen. There are four bedrooms and two bathrooms in the house. "The sink in the bathroom at the back is leaking, Caleb," says Nadia. The she-wolf looks at me like I was gum underneath her shoes but her tone of voice when she talks to Caleb, is sweet and annoyingly whiny. "I'll take a look at it," answers Caleb. Caleb leaves my luggage in a bigger room with two single beds on each side of the walls. There are two study tables by the headboards near the windows. The walls are painted eggshell white like the rest of the house. I guess this is the room that I'll be sharing with Lilith. She's sharing the room with me to save on rent money and I'm all for saving money. "Is the room okay for you? I hope you don't mind sharing," says Lilith. Okay? This is like The Ritz or the Four Seasons for me compared to my windowless tiny room back at the pack house. "This room is great! Sharing is awesome," I tell her. I guess I said it with too much enthusiasm because she gives me a funny look. Okay, let's dial down on the weirdness, Freya. You're scaring the normal human! The only normal human in this house...apart from me. Yeah, I'm totally normal. *** Caleb, Nadia, and Jacob leave the house together around 6 pm. I have no clue where they're going off to but secretly I'm relieved. Call me crazy but I don't really enjoy having one woman staring at me like she's planning on taking me out as soon as my back is turned and a man who keeps checking me out like he wants to eat me for dinner around. I'm used to those kinds of looks when I was at the Night Shade Pack but it doesn't mean that I've grown to like it. Lilith and I spend time talking for a bit before she has to leave for work at seven. She works irregular hours some evenings for a cleaning company. I don't know how much Lilith knows about werewolves and stuff but I like her already. I think we will get along just fine. After Lilith left, I spend my time alone in the room putting my things away, which doesn't take much time at all. Then I take a much-needed shower. After I'm all dressed, I take my backpack with me to the living room to sort out all the stuff while munching on a chocolate bar I found in there and trying to watch TV. All at the same time. I'm awesome at multi-tasking like that. Caleb comes home around nine with some burgers, fries, and two cans of Coke. My mouth water at the smell. He drops everything on the coffee table in front of me. He takes a burger and a can of Coke out then shoves the rest to me without saying a word. Suddenly I don't feel hungry anymore. I've never felt more like a charity case than I am right now. I'm grateful that he's helping me and all but I'm tired of feeling unwanted and a burden to those around me. "Look, Caleb. You don't have to feed me," I tell him. "I'm grateful for everything that you've done for me. Truly I am, but I know you don't want me here. I know you're mad at me or hate me for whatever reason but I'll get out of your hair very soon. I promise I'll move out as soon as I find another place to stay." I don't know how or where but I'll sleep on the street if I have to. For a moment he looks stunned. Then he starts to frown again. "You're not going anywhere. You're staying here where I can keep you safe," he huffs. He takes a huge bite out of his hamburger and starts chewing with a big scowl on his face. Well, at least it wasn't my head that he's chewing on, I start to make a list of positive things in my head. He sighs and tosses the rest of the hamburger onto the coffee table. "I don't hate you. I hate how those people treated you," he says. "Now eat before I lose my appetite." He stares at me pointedly until I take a burger out. He picks his burger back up only after I take the first bite, then we both eat in silence. "Did he ever touched you?" he suddenly asks. His jaw taut with tension. The question takes me by surprise but I immediately know who he's talking about. "Um...he..uh, yea, no...sorta...not that way...not really," I answer. He tilts his head to the side for a while as if mulling over my answer. The way a muscle in his jaw ticks reminds me so much of Corbin when he's pissed off. "Alpha Thorne is an asshole," he finally says. No argument from me there. "Yeah, he's a fvcking asshole," I agree with him. "Hey, you're not supposed to swear." "Why? You swear," I tell him, but I reach into my bag and take out my swear jar. I fish around the bottom of my bag and pull out a penny, two nickels, and a quarter. I hold the jar out to him after I drop the change in. Surprisingly he reaches into his pocket and places a dime in. "You need to put in more than just a dime. I heard you swear worse than a trucker when you were fixing the sink this evening." I shake the jar in his face and the coins rattle. He ignores me. He drains his Coke, then he stands up and steps outside into the warm night. The next minute I see him bending over, under the hood of his Jeep. I hear some clunking noises and him muttering something about Nana and her damn swear jar. Then he swears some more when he dropped his tool and hit his head against the hood. I'm impressed with his very extensive list of swear words. I see a bright future for my swear jar. *** We get along much better after that first night. Me and Caleb. I understand him better now. He doesn't talk much. I think my cousin was born grumpy and you can't take it personally. Underneath that tough exterior, he's not bad. He took me out for a drive around the city on Saturday and helped me buy things for school. On Sunday, he's gone all day, along with the other two werewolves, Nadia and Jacob. I didn't mind since I got to talk and watch movies with Lilith. Monday morning and I'm getting ready for school. I've missed my induction week, which is not a big deal, according to Caleb. I might have to find the Student Support Coordinators for information. I'm wearing my nicest jeans, Converse, and my favorite off shoulder summer top. The top is light and white with tiny pink flowers and I think I look pretty in it. I brush my hair till it shines and swipe some lipgloss over my lips. It's time for this normal human girl to get some education and meet some normal hot human man!"So, Freya Hayes..." he murmurs, like he's tasting the sound of it. The way my name slides off his tongue sends a shiver straight down my spine. I'd just finished signing the attendance sheet as it circulated, and apparently he's only now piecing together my full name. "Freya..." he repeats under his breath, then lets out a low chuckle. "The fvcking irony," he says. "Perfect." Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean? God, the man is exhausting! Is he mocking my name now? Because if so, I will happily gouge his eyes out with this pen. I mean it. I spin around and shoot him a look meant to promise violence, holding my pen up in a stabbing motion for emphasis. He laughs quietly, clearly delighted by my reaction. "Easy with the threats, sweetheart," he whispers, pitched just loud enough for me and every nosy student nearby to catch. "You're putting ideas in my head. Getting me worked up. Giving me all sorts of thoughts..." Oh my god. A strangled little sound, half squeak half whimpe
Freya's POVNobody's home when I get back, same as always. After showering, I throw on pajama pants and a tank top, then scrutinize myself in the mirror. There's zero chance anyone in this house misses that massive hickey on my neck. I'd been careful hiding it under my hair all day, but even Harper caught it. We were sipping smoothies at the cafe after my interview with Owen, the manager, when Harper cracked up and said, "Oh, boy, poor Nolan, he never stood a chance, huh?" Her eyes kept drifting to the bruise the entire time. Nolan had looked anywhere but at me, pretending he hadn't noticed or heard a word Harper said.It's impossible to miss, honestly. Caleb definitely won't be thrilled. He's ridiculously overprotective lately. I'm technically an adult, yet my cousin still treats me like some twelve-year-old.I refuse to hole up in my room avoiding everyone until this thing fades. I did enough hiding back at Night Shade Pack, and I despised every second of it.Ugh, fine, decision mad
I glance over my shoulder to watch her stomp away like a queen-child. She is fuming. Her hips sway as she walks away. It's not done intentionally or in an exaggerated way like some girls do either. That's just the way she walks and it's as sexy as fvck and I can't take my eyes off of her, damn it! I can't help the grin from forming on my face. I never had to work to get a girl before. This would be interesting. I live for challenges but I'll be damned if I have to wait for years, like the way Caspian waited for Livana before I claim my erasthai. I watch her disappear from view before I push myself off the wall to stalk back to where I left my bag. I weave through girls standing in front of my bag and books. "Julian, we can continue with our project in my room, if you want. We won't get interrupted there," says my project partner, Serena. "No, I have a class in ten minutes," I tell her as I sling my backpack over my shoulder. "What about later? I'm free the whole day." "I'm
Julian's POV The air crackles with electricity between us. The pull is intense. I fight for control but now, my vision is tinged red. My animal side is taking over. The thought of her with some other guy, even just for a simple lunch drives me crazy. Her hiding my mark on her, even a temporary one, just snaps off my control and my lycan takes over. I inhale her incredible, magical scent deeply to calm the beast in me. "Tell me you're not seeing anybody. Tell me there's no other man." She's mine. I can hear the thunderous drum of her heartbeat, the heated blood that rushes through her body, the ragged breathing that matches my own but she remains silent. It doesn't matter. She belongs to me. If there's another man staking a claim on her, I will crush him. I will destroy anything that comes between me and her. The graceful curve of her neck looks so tempting as I run my nose close to it and breathe in her scent deeply one more time. Her scent manages to calm me and excite me at
"I'm not going to tell you my name and I'm not going to show you anything that's mine." "Well...that's too bad, Princess," he says. "I want to see everything that's yours and it's hard to get to know each other if you won't tell me your name. It's going to take a while for us start making out, huh?" What the hell? I stop in my track and turn to look at him. He has that annoying smile that says he knows something that I don't. So very annoying. "Listen here bud, we're not ever going to be making out," I tell him. "Okay. Tomorrow then?" he says with that sexy stupid cocky grin. Ughh!!! I start walking again but I have this urge to stomp my feet like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. "So....not tomorrow either? Is the next day okay?" I stop again and glare at him. Is he doing this just to annoy me? He bursts out laughing. I have to admit, the sound of his laughter almost makes me melt into a puddle at his feet. It's beautiful. Low and manly yet full of tempting naughtines
Werewolves generally have variants earthy smell of the forest. Living among them all my life makes me familiar with their scent. I can spot even the faintest of their scents anywhere. Even Nana had her own unique scent of the wild. The beautiful stranger whose hands are currently gripping my hips and whose lips and nose are firmly buried in my neck has a different kind of scent. It's definitely wild and it's something I'm not familiar with, mixed with the smell of an expensive cologne. He smells rich...and oh, so very good. Like catnip to cats, like crack cocaine to an addict, I can't resist burying my face into his soft silky golden hair, taking a long deep drag of his addictive scent into my starved, deprived lungs. The feel of his lips on my neck is sending bursts of electrical current to every cell and nerve ending in my body. I place my hands on his broad solid shoulders and succumb to the urge to plaster the front of my body to his until there is no part of the front of our bo







