Semua Bab Pucking My Ex’s Alpha Rival: Bab 11 - Bab 20

WrenThe last person I expected to see beside my father when I stepped into the living room was Veronica. But there she was, smiling way too brightly for her own good. She stepped forward, wrapping me in an embrace that made me stiffen.“Wren, darling, it’s been too long,” she said, and I forced a smile, ignoring the way my body tensed against her.Clearly not long enough.Eventually, she released me, and I turned to face my father, expecting the usual mask of indifference I was used to, but to my surprise, he asked, “How have you been?”I tried my best to hide my surprise, but I knew it didn’t work. “Good. You?”“Adequate.”I blinked, unsure of what to make of his response.Veronica clapped her hands excitedly, drawing my attention back to her face. “Fortunately, you came at just the right time. I spent all afternoon making sure everything was to your liking. Wren, I hope you like seafood.”I didn’t. “Sounds great.”She led us toward the dining area, which was all the way on the oth

Ryan The scent of warm vanilla and damp skin enveloped my senses as Wren stepped into the kitchen. My gaze dipped to take in her new attire. An old, baggy T-shirt that stopped just below her ass and a pair of shorts. The dark fabric of her shorts clung deliciously to the curve of her ass, barely making it to her mid-thigh. I cleared my throat and dragged my gaze back up to find her already looking at me. “I hope you like steak,” I said, pushing down the urge I felt to pick her up and have those gorgeous legs of hers wrapped around my waist while I… *My, that isn’t very friendly of you.* For fuck's sake. “I love steak.” She moved toward the Island and tried to pull herself on top of it, but failed. “Need help?” She nodded, and I wasted no time in reaching down and closing my hands around her waist, as I lifted her the rest of the way. A startled sound escaped her throat as her hands flew to my shoulders. Once she was seated, I expected her to drop her hands,

Wren “Mate?” Shane dropped my wrist and stepped back. His eyes darted between me and the new voice, a flash of disgust dancing in the dark corners of his pupils. Relief washed over me the second I turned and my gaze locked with a pair of ice-blue eyes, flecked with specks of amber. Ryan. “You’ve got to be joking,” Shane muttered, turning toward me with a hardened glare. “Tell me he’s joking.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Ryan stepped forward and pulled me firmly to his side, completely disregarding Shane’s outburst. His gaze moved over me slowly, assessing me from head to toe. “Are you okay?”Concern laced his voice, his eyes widening as they settled on my face. I wanted to ask when he’d gotten here. What had he seen? How long had he been standing there? But the questions got tangled in my throat. His gaze dropped to my wrist, which I was still clutching against my chest. His expression changed. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by something cold

Wren “This looks like a good spot,” Blair pointed at an empty spot on the third row of the bleachers, marching towards it before I even had the chance to agree. The rink thrummed with noise. The sound of sharp skates and hockey sticks slapping against pucks was a welcome familiarity. Before I started dating Shane, hockey was just another sport. Then I started coming to his games, and before I knew it, I was in love with the sport. “So which one is your boyfriend?” “That one,” Blair pointed at a player with the number 20 on his jersey. “His name is Mark.” Before I could say anything, Mark sent the puck flying into the net. His teammates yelled, and Blair shot to her feet, clapping wildly and practically bouncing on her toes. “Woohoo! That’s my boyfriend!” The other players’ attention snapped toward us. Some looked startled, while others stared in mild confusion at the white-haired girl bouncing excitedly in the bleachers. On noticing his girlfriend, Mark excitedly waved his hoc

Ryan.Wren was avoiding me.It wasn’t like the other times when it was obvious that she didn’t want to be around me.This time was different . Quiet.The second I ended the call with my uncle, I watched Wren retreat from me like she’d been burned. Like she hadn’t just kissed me until I’d been completely undone.I won’t lie and say it didn’t sting.That kiss had reminded me of what existed between us and how god damn good we felt together.But now she was pulling away like she hadn’t felt it too.Which confused me.She was the one who kissed me. She leaned in first.It was reckless—stupidly reckless—to kiss her back, but I couldn’t help myself.It had been easier to maintain my distance when I had convinced myself she didn’t want me.But then she kissed me, and I tasted her, slipped my thigh between her legs and begged her to ride it until she came apart.It’s been three days since then.And I’d barely gotten any sleep.Not that I needed it.Most werewolves could go days without s