Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Yeah, we’ll go with that.
Chapter Three
Abe
The scent of the human’s arousal makes me feverish.
The ice princess isn’t frigid.
I scented her arousal in class today when I suggested giving her pleasure. Or was it the promise of pain?
Hard to say what brought about her reaction; all I know is that it both satisfied my wolf and increased my need to dominate her.
Which is why I can barely contain my wolf during football practice. I need to shift and run off this crazy energy.
“Oakley!” Coach Jamison bellows when I catch the ball and plow down the field knocking my teammates out of the way. When I cross into the end zone, I jump ten feet in the air to spike the ball.
“Cool it, Abe,” Coach Jamison growls. We're not supposed to show our superhuman strength at school or during any game. But I can't fucking help it. Ice Princess is under my skin.
Which makes me need to get under her skin. I’m dying to figure out where her pain points are. What makes her haughty facade crumble.
I want to hurt her. The way her body responded when I mentioned the combination of pleasure and pain has my mind going down a perverse road now.
My teammates, catching my energy level and responding to their alpha, hurtle themselves my way, attempting to dogpile me.
Bodies fly through the air knocking into me. I knock and throw them off, but the whole team works together, and soon I’m on my back, pinned by a dozen laughing packmates.
Boys will be boys, as they say. Male wolf aggression has to be let out in some way. Especially in high school when hormones and females drive us mad.
“Oakley.”
It's Wilde, my older brother’s best friend, and our new assistant coach. He’s two years older than I am. I respond to his authority more than Coach’s, for some reason. Maybe because my brother is like a god in our household, so Wilde, by association, represents what I’m supposed to aspire to.
I’ll never live up to Austin with his perfect grades and academic scholarship to ASU, but Wilde’s even bigger. He got a full football scholarship to Duke, but he’s back home because he fucked up, and that’s why he’s here helping coach the team at the moment.
Coach Jamison and Alpha Green all think I might be able to do even better than Wilde. Of course, my dad wants me to play in-state, so he can monitor my condition in case it gets worse. I’ll be right back to living in Austin’s shadow there, the kid brother with the defect he has to hide from the pack.
But maybe the ice princess was right–I wouldn’t be able to fake it in college without pack members around to manipulate. My defect would become my undoing–especially if I went to an academically rigorous school.
Wilde yanks me to my feet and bares his teeth. “Stop fucking around, Oakley. You know better.”
I give him my lazy grin, but he’s not looking. His head whips around, and even with my defect, I can see what he’s looking at.
Rayne the Runt–Wilde’s new stepsister–is walking along the fence with the ice princess and her twin.
My dick twitches at the sight of Lauren’s shapely legs. All that golden skin showing. She’s in a short pink skirt and a top that criss crosses her breasts, showing skin at the sides of her waist. Even though I can’t see clearly from here, I remember every fucking detail of exactly how hot she looks in that outfit from Chemistry today.
A low growl sounds in Wilde’s throat, and his nostrils flare.
I force myself to stop staring at the ice princess. I can’t let anyone think I’m attracted to a human. I have my position as alpha of my class to protect.
“The runt has a thing for humans, doesn’t she?” I jeer to distract from the real focus of my attention.
Wilde’s body goes rigid, his gaze still pinned to the threesome. “Shut the fuck up, Oakley,” he snarls.
Yeah, I don’t know why I imagined we’d bond. Of course, he’s not going to confide in me how he feels about suddenly having the pack runt become a member of his family, not to mention his current suspension from Duke’s football team while he’s being investigated on drug charges.
He may be best friends with Austin–I may have grown up with him practically living at my house–but that doesn’t mean we share a bond.
The three walk to the Wonder Twins’ Tesla S and climb in.
“They don’t belong here,” I observe–as if that’s what bothers me.
It’s a bandwagon I can lead–marginalizing the two rich kids who think they own the world showing up at our school and completely ignoring the social order. They think they’re special because they play music and live in the mansion on the hill and drive an electric car when in actuality, they’re the lowest of the low in this town.