ALYSSAIt felt impossible to behave tamed when he was being direct and honest with everything… it unnerved me. “You have to tell me. I need to know.”Joel ate the space between his face and mine with his tongue, licking the blood he had drawn from my cheek and moaning so hard that my nipples hardened… painfully. Is that even possible?“You taste heavenly. I want more.”I whimpered, trying not to get turned on but his voice, his scent, the way he held me, his words, and how he looked were making me shamefully wet. “Joel, tell me who they are. And what you are?” I asked, trying to keep myself on track but I was already at the edge.In a heartbeat, he pressed his lips on mine but didn’t make a move. The motherfucker just left me hanging there, like a lost child without its mother, and on a hair by that because the blood vessels in my lips were pumping like heartbeats… and I was trying hard not to take him in, not to let my tongue slide over the beauties so I could get even the slightest

ALYSSAI hate suspense. I despise it with every fiber of my being. You either don’t inform me of something—unless you’re immediately going to tell me what it is—or you keep your fucking mouth shut till you CAN fucking tell me. Don’t drop a bomb and go quiet. Suspense is just a fancy word for ‘mind torture’ and right now, I was walking as fast as I could to the exit of the school so I could reach the fountain, say Hi to Liam, and finally hear what the fuck I am—a question that’s been bothering me since I realized I could be more than a werewolf.Rachel had already mentioned that the race trace was done, and she knew what I was, but she wouldn’t tell any of us—not even me, the werewolf who donated blood to find out what she fucking was in the first place—about it till we reached the fountain. According to her, she wanted all of us ‘together’ so she could announce it ‘all at once’, and when Leah asked her how long she had known this, guess what she said. Yesterday night! Since, fucking