All Chapters of Wolfless And Craved By Four : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Nicole~The walk home felt like the longest trek of my life.Each step was heavy, water dripping from my hair and down my spine. My cardigan clung to my skin like a second layer I didn’t ask for.H.P didn’t even bother showing up.So there I was…drenched and looking like a rejected background extra in a sad music video.And now I regret it.Regret acting like the hardcore girl who didn’t need anyone…I regret waving Fredrick off when he offered me his umbrella.The image of his hand holding it out flashes in my mind, the way he tilted his head, that tiny smirk like he knew I’d say no.Fredrick.Ugh, that name. It’s hot in a weird way… but also kind of lame…like a fairytale prince with a smirk, or the bad boy who knows you want him and waits for you to say it.I drop my wet bag on the floor, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror. I was standing naked now, the showers soothing as ever.My hair is a mess, cheeks flushed from the cold, or maybe from thinking about him.Why am

~Nicole~“Enough of this drama, Chloe… you’re giving me a headache,” Caspian’s tone was cold and irritated..And immediately he didn’t just take my hand, he locked his fingers through mine, hard enough to let me know he wasn’t letting go.One sharp tug and my body collided with his side.“Are you seriously defending her?!” Chloe’s voice cracked, half rage, half disbelief.“You chose her over me?!”Then she smirked. “You’re gonna regret this.”Sweetheart, the only thing I was regretting was not having a front-row seat to watch her choke on her own ego.“I thought I told you to stop.”Landon’s voice sliced through the air. Not loud. Not yelling. But deep… so deep it vibrated in my bones.“Don’t push me, Chloe. Let it go. Now.”Everyone went dead still.And me? My brain was doing somersaults because since when did Landon defend me like he wanted to throw someone against a wall for breathing wrong near me?Caspian didn’t give me time to think. His hand tightened, dragging me away, ignor

~Nicole~His breath was on my face. So warm and too close.I froze, every nerve in my body screaming, don’t.But his eyes… fuck. Deep brown, wide, locked on mine and it made me wanna get devoured by him right there. Heat and wetness pooled between us, my skin slick against his, and I couldn’t look away.My chest ached. My lungs forgot how to work… but my brain screamed, 'Move, Nicole, fucking move!” But instead…I leaned closer, just an inch enough to feel the heat roll off him.He didn’t stop me. He didn’t even breathe.And then…I broke.Before I could think, I pressed my mouth to his.Fast and reckless, like my brain had just gone blank and my body decided for me.And holy fuck.He didn’t pull back…he kissed me back so hard my breath shattered. Wet, desperate, almost violent, like he’d been waiting for this disaster to happen all along.His lips sucked mine, his hands dug harder into my waist, and everything I felt…panic, pain, shame… made me get even more turned on.I wanted

~Nicole~“Why don’t you let me down now… Caspian,” I muttered as we strutted through the hallway.God. Every single head turned with eyes burning into me. Whispers. Giggles. Even a few jealous glares.“Everyone’s fucking staring,” I hissed under my breath, my face half-hidden in my palm.“Let them,” he said, voice steady, arms locked tight around me like he owned me.My embarrassment was off the charts…yet the shame came with this dirty little thrill. Like… hello? Who wouldn’t want to be carried bridal-style by one of the hottest boy in school? His chest was rock-hard against my side, his scent crawling into my head, making me dizzy. I kept telling myself.. act annoyed, but inside, I was screaming don’t you dare put me down.Then it hit me.We’d walked past the classroom.“Wait…where the hell are you taking me?” I craned my neck, glaring at him.His lips twitched… “Just be calm. We’ll soon get there.”And just like that, my pulse was racing for reasons I didn’t want to admit.In

~Nicole~ “Wow. Right on time,” he said the second he stepped into the class. I didn’t even wait for him to drop his gym bag on the desk. My hand shoved his chest…hard. “Why the fuck did you do that to him, huh? Who the hell do you think you are?” I shoved again, words spilling out. “God, I fucking hate you.” My fists kept coming. One. Two. Three. All thudding against his chest. But when I swung the next one, he caught it. Tight. “I guess the crybaby couldn't hold his tongue.” His smirk made my stomach flip with rage. “And this is the best your smart-ass could come up with?” He yanked my arms down, so rough I almost lost balance in front of him. I straightened quick, chest heaving. Did I mention I’m a 5’3 bitch? Yeah. Small, in a skirt and boots, nails painted red.. And in no way close to Landon's size.. or even any of the others so far. “Why do you have to be a jerk all the time? You hit him just to get back at me, didn’t you?” He chuckled. Slow. Cruel. “Y