Embraced By The Pack のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

We ate the best damn burritos on the planet before actually going back up the stairs and working. I’d heard Ford typing plenty during the days we’d spent in my dorm room, but he seemed faster now that we were back at his place. When I glanced over at him, he looked a lot more comfortable than he ever had writing on the floor next to me, on Teagan’s old desk, or my bed. I felt a little bad for making him stay with me for so long, but then again, he felt a little bad for turning me into a werewolf. So, I figured we were probably even. Around dinner time, I decided to try my hand at cooking for the first time in ages. I’d helped my grandma in the kitchen during holidays, but that was pretty much it over the past year and a half or so since I’d started college. Ford, of course, came downstairs with me, and though I frequently felt his gaze on my back, his fingers were still flying over the keybo

We spent the entirety of the next day studying and exchanging steamy looks every chance we got. Whatever shame I’d felt about wanting him seemed to have vanished entirely.Breakfast somehow turned into sex on the kitchen table (which I cleaned afterward), lunch turned into couch sex, and dinner turned into actual, honest-to-goodness floor sex.I’d never wanted to make love on the floor, but damn.It had its perks.Dessert turned into a game of eating off of each other’s bodies, and I’m sure you can imagine how that ended.When we drove back to my dorm the next morning, everything seemed… good.Good.But then we went to my first class.It was so damn tense. Whether or not anyone was staring at Ford, I didn’t know. But I sure felt like every other woman in the room was staring at him, and it messed with me.A lot.My wolf made herself known multiple times throughout the day but never made an appearance. I was insanely uncomfortable and on edge, waiting for her to take over and attack th

The next month was a blur. We spent most of our spare time with Rocco and the rest of the pack, doing extra-long dinners in which everyone tried hard to make things as normal as possible. Rocco was much quieter than his usual jokester self, and every time Ford and I tried to get him alone to tell him about the scent in the hallway thing, he made up an excuse and left before we could.I didn’t blame him, of course; everyone dealt with trauma and loss differently. Eventually, he’d listen, and if he wanted to do something about it, he would.Ford and I continued to attend my classes, though he was a little quieter too. Honestly, I think all of us were. What had happened to Rocco’s brother scared us, and it made life feel more fragile.I and Ford were both less horny, too. We fooled around a little, once or twice a week, but we were both trying to deal with what we’d seen.And honestly, the longer we went without my wolf making a decision, the more scared I got that she wouldn’t choose Fo

We were exactly fifteen minutes early for my class, and the room was almost empty when we walked in. Ford led me up to the very top row and into the furthest corner of the room.When we sat down there, I immediately felt better. There were walls to both of my sides, and Ford was the only thing between me and them. We’d probably piss someone off by taking their seat, but it was better to piss someone off than to go wolf and eat them.I pulled up the PowerPoint for the day’s lecture while the room filled. Ford’s hand remained on my leg as people settled in, and he only tensed slightly when a guy sat down next to me. I scooted a bit closer to Ford when that happened, and he relaxed for the most part.My wolf didn’t try to come out once.Not one damn time.Why hadn’t I considered sitting in the back earlier?I managed to focus for almost the entirety of the class, only getting distracted when Ford’s fingers gripped my thigh harder because the guy next to me shifted positions a bit and was

All it took was one look to end my life...Because one look is all it takes to trigger a werewolf's mate hunt.And when a wolf is hunting, he doesn't stop until his mate either dies or becomes a wolf too.Now I'm trapped in some guy's house, he's stuck in his wolf form, and there's no way out for either of us.Life as I knew it is over, but my fight to survive is only beginning.“I should turn around,” I told myself, as I parked my car in front of an adorable row of six townhouses. “Nothing good ever comes from socializing.”That was my truth, and I felt it to my damned soul. Social anxiety was a bitch.Ebony waved me inside.“If I turn around now, I’ll be the asshole,” I mumbled to myself, waving back and grabbing my purse off the passenger seat. I didn’t need the crossbody bag considering that I was going to a little barbecue with some friends, but it was the only shred of moral support I had, and I was going to be holding the damn thing like it was a lifeline.“Why did I agree to t