19: Saviour Stranger

FEYRE

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of Alpha Zade, I tell myself the reaction is because this is the first time I’m seeing him since our hallway run in—another memory I’m trying to convince myself never happened—and not because of how his dark hair looks tousled. Definitely as a result of running his hands through it. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, exposing his tanned and toned forearms.

He looks like he just walked straight out of someone’s wet dream.

No! I shut that thought off. He probably looks messy because he just finished terrorizing another innocent and unsuspecting female.

I’m unable to tear my eyes from him. The reaction of his pack shocked me, you can hear the joy in their voices as they cheered him on. It makes me frown, because what is so special about him coming here, more than two hours late.

I mean I was almost an hour late too but mine is classy and cool, like Delilah said.

Dylan is almost jumpy as he waves his alpha over, I feel like I’m forgot