THE WAY HE LOOKS AT ME

STORM

They are doubting me.

I know this because I realize it was them that was following me yesterday. I was not counting on them to start questioning me so early on but yet again, if they didn’t, I would be surprised how they go the title ‘royals’ in the first place.

It might be because they come from the leading pack families but they are widely known by people all over. I had heard of them long before I knew it was them I was looking for.

But I cannot have them doubt them, or even question my presence, so I have to present myself to them in a way they don’t see me as a threat. I am yet to meet the fourth one, hopefully, he will be present.

Then there is the issue with the mates. I did my research on them and I got to know they are their true mates. Not a deal breaker to me, I need them to see me as their only true mate and so that means I will have to eliminate every single barrier one by one to get close to them.

But first, less of a threat, more of a sexy hot alluring girl. Everything must be in order for it to fall into its place.

This is why as I am walking into this house, I see it is perfect. A three bedroom house, that is more suitable for me and for the presentation I am having. This is my new home, in my new life.

Located on the outskirts of the town, nestled in a grove of trees. From the outside, it looks like a large, two-story Victorian-style house. The exterior is painted a deep shade of blue with white trim, and the windows are adorned with flower boxes. A wraparound porch with rocking chairs and potted plants gives the house a warm and inviting feel. The kitchen is located at the back of the house and it is always bustling with activity. There are counters and cabinets on one side, and a large island in the center with stools. Upstairs are the three bedrooms that I am going to have to decorate and fill with stuff.

One would probably wonder why I am purchasing a home and yet I live alone. Well, according to my school paperwork, my parents are always traveling, and my siblings live in Maine with my aunt. I am sort of the stray child as I almost emancipated early but manage to still live with y parents, who bought this house and will be visiting me whenever they are in town, hence the huge house.

It’s the perfect story, and I am planning on riding on that wave this whole year. I turn to look around and go all the way to the backyard which is a spacious, beautifully landscaped area with a large deck and patio furniture, overlooking some wooded area down below.

I exhale, feeling great and also in need of a run. I chose this house for its exact spot, how well it’s secluded and well wooded and perfect for runs and small hunts for meals. My wolf stretches languidly when I think about a meal and I realize how hungry I am. I haven’t eaten when I woke up.

Looking at my watch, I realize I might be late; not for school but when they usually arrive at school.

I grab a bacon sandwich knowing that is not going to cut it and grab my backpack, heading towards my car parked in front. I am going to bring all my stuff in later and start the decorations before I can even invite anyone over.

Not that I am planning on inviting anyone in, just the four boys I need.

I don’t miss them as I happen to pull on just as I see their usual entourage coming in. I don’t wait for them to pass as the rest of the students do, instead, I speed up a little veering the first car in and going to find a parking spot next to them.

Ballsy, I know but I cannot be putty or submissive under them, they already have all that. Men like them, need the challenge to gain their attention for more than a second, and that is what I am looking for.

I don’t wait around for them today, instead, I grab my backpack, and my sandwich and get out. Only to be pushed back in the car, my sandwich falling on the ground.

“fuck, I was going to eat that,” I grumble as I look sadly at my sandwich then look up to see whom the hell pushed me back.

It’s the guy with lickable muscled and very sexy deep brown eyes. He is smirking at me but his eyes are saying a different story.

“New girl-“he starts but I cut him short.

“Storm,” I grit out my annoyance flaring for no reason.

This makes his eyes glint, and I see his hand muscles flex like he is restraining himself from touching me… or strangling me for interrupting him.

I might be looking for trouble but perhaps I might have gone too far.

“you are begging to be put in your place aren’t you?” he asks flashing my teeth but I can see the promise of pain .., and pleasure in his eyes with the way he looks down on my body and lingers on my legs.

Looking down, I notice my skirt rode up when he pushed me down and it’s barely covering my crotch. I flash red across my cheeks, feeling the embarrassment, and quickly cover my thighs.

“You don’t get to see enough legs?” I ask him bite in my tone, expecting him to push away. Instead, he leans in more, making me pull away further inside the car.

“I get to see enough, but you seem so eager to show me yours,” he sneers and I gape at him in disbelief.

“Close your mouth, your girlfriend is watching you,” I sneer back.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t come close to yours, even in a hundred miles,” then he proceeds to stare again at my now-covered thighs. “Not my taste anyway. Too pale… And hairy.”

Then he leaves me, seated there for the first time feeling very self-conscious and embarrassed … and something else.

What a jerk!