She watched me leave like a complete creepo, flowers blooming slowly on her head, shrinking to give way to a new wave.
I wondered if that was automatic, like she didn't notice it, because it seemed like it took effort.
I don't know. I didn't deal in that elemental magic bullshit.
It didn't matter to me either way.
As expected, Mrs. Block went ballistic when I showed up. Late. Again. Goddess damn Cerie.
I apologized a bunch, assured her that I would try harder to get here on time, and took my seat.
What a great start to the day.
*****
I was itchy and hot. What the straight hell? Why was I so bloody uncomfortable?I was practically praying for the clock to tick faster. I wanted to get home to Lottie. Maybe not having her by my side was my problem.
“For homework, go to page 158. Do 1-15 all the even problems and 23-49 the odd problems” Mrs. Block instructed, her voice rising over the sound of frantic pencil marks.
I wrote down the homework, scratching my neck and forearm.
Why the hell did I feel so uncomfortable?
I took a quick look at the clock and mentally groaned.
I had half an hour left and another class after that.
To distract myself, I thought about the day before. After I found Lottie peeping on Dean, the scent of her arousal nearly unbearable, I put my food aside and took her to bed.
I was so close to having gotten inside her but she put a stop to it.
Of course she did. I had been too eager.
Instead, she wanted to talk. About us and our future. She shared her plans to make a little house for herself, which had me and Dean growling in protest.
She quickly proposed that we all live together and make this a little more official. After all, we were practically doing that already.
I wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of living with her and the cocky Alpha but I couldn’t bear living without Lottie. I could hardly go through the school day. I ached to be close to her.
So we agreed to it.
We were officially in a relationship now. I was a committed wolf. And it was fucking weird thinking it, that I now had a girlfriend. And well, I guess she had two boyfriends.
There wasn’t a way in hell I was ever touching Dean though. I knew we had some sort of weird threesome arrangement but no. I was never going to touch Dean.
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WerewolfWhat do you get when you mix a possesive Alpha mate that doesn't want anything to do with you, the bestfriend that you're helplessly in love with, and an Alpha from another pack who lost his mate and wants you to be his? I don't know, but it doesn't...
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