BROOKE
If I didn’t think so before, then last night’s run-in with him certainly cemented it- Theo Jacobsen is a pig. Who the heck gets a handjob in a public place? And he had the nerve to ask for privacy, like I was the one being rude? Who the hell does he think he is?
On Sunday morning, I head out for a run after breakfast. I don’t consider myself the sporty type like my twin is, but endurance has always been my jam. Running helps me clear my head, get centered. The endorphins don’t suck, either.
The wolf inside of me is also particularly wily. It’s a struggle to keep her at bay, but running helps. Just getting out in nature appeases her, tiring out my body quiets her.
I try to stick to my typical forest paths so I don’t get lost. I’m a terrible navigator. When I first moved to the complex almost two months ago, I got lost a few times on my runs. I had to shift and allow my wolf to lead me back, which sadly resulted in the loss of several t-shirts and pairs of leggings. Even my favorite sports bra. When I tried to go back out and look for it another day, I only wound up lost again.
Shifter life.
I’d guess I’ve covered about two miles when I spot something just off the forest path ahead. It looks like wadded up fabric and the closer I get, the more excited I am, because I’m hoping I’ve stumbled upon something I lost in the past.
I skid to a stop, hopping off the path to stoop down and grab one of the pieces of clothing, shaking it out and holding it up.
Dang. It isn’t mine- it’s a charcoal grey men’s t-shirt. Size large.
I’m startled by the sound of twigs snapping and I draw a short gasp, whipping around to identify the source of the noise. My breath hitches when I see what it is- standing across the path from me is a giant, silver wolf.
He stares back, shaking out his fur. He’s magnificent. So large, so sleek. I forget to breathe.
Suddenly, the air around the wolf shimmers, body rearranging with his shift. The silver wolf recedes, and in his place crouches a large, muscular figure. The last person I wanted or expected to see this morning.
Theo.
He rises to stand, eyes burning into mine. And he’s…
Completely naked.
Holy frick. I’ve never seen a body like his up close. The sight of it immediately makes my cheeks flush, makes me break out in a cold sweat.
Every inch of Theo’s body is covered in hard muscle, from his broad shoulders to his thick biceps to his corded forearms. One of his arms has a sleeve of tribal tattoos, winding from his shoulder to his wrist. His pecs are smooth, save for a smattering of dark hair, and his abdominals dip and curve to form an eight-pack. His Adonis belt points in a V to his… huge member. Like huge, huge.
Oh my…
“Hey, kid,” Theo drawls, cracking a smile.
My face heats and I spin around, putting my back to him.
The sight of his body does something to mine. There’s a heat, a pulsing between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to will it away.
“Wh… what… what are you doing out here?” I stutter, staring down at the ground. I’m so embarrassed. I wish I could disappear.
“I could ask you the same question,” he chuckles.
I hear Theo striding toward me. My heart races. I feel him prowl right up behind me, leaning down to grab for a pair of athletic shorts by my feet. I hop out of the way, and in my peripheral vision I can see him slide them on, shimmy them up over his hips.
“I… I was going for a run,” I manage, chancing another glance his way. His junk is covered up, but he’s still shirtless, all of that gorgeous toned muscle on display.
“Will you put on a shirt?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Theo chuckles again- a low, throaty laugh that makes my belly do somersaults.
“I mean, I would but…”
“But what?” I snap, finally turning to face him.
Theo shakes his head, a devilish smile across his face as he reaches one of those burly arms up and rakes his fingers through his hair.
“Well you’re holding it.”
My eyes fly wide and I look down to find that I’m still clutching that charcoal grey t-shirt tightly in my hands.
I throw it at him like it’s on fire and he snatches it out of the air, still chuckling as he shakes it out and slips it on.
The shirt doesn’t help calm my nerves, not now that I know what his body looks like underneath. The shirt’s tight, dipping and curving with the well-defined muscle beneath the fabric.
I try to come up with something to say, anything to say, but all I can manage is “are you stalking me or something?”
Theo rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. The sleeves of his t-shirt strain against his biceps. “Now why would I be stalking you, kid? I was out for a run, same as you.”
Oh. Well that makes sense.
Still, I’m annoyed by his interruption of what was supposed to be a leisurely run. I’m annoyed by the way he keeps calling me ‘kid’. I wanted to come out here to clear my head, and now it’s scrambled.
An awkward pause settles between us before Theo speaks up again.
“Did you have fun last night?”
The question catches me a little bit off guard. I figured he’d pretend he didn’t see me last night, not be so brazen to bring it up. Then again, it’s Theo.
“Not as much as you,” I scoff.
He cocks an eyebrow. “Jealous?”
“What?” My eyes fly wide. Is he crazy? “No.”
“You sure, kid?” Theo smirks.
The nerve of this guy!
I want to wipe the smirk right off of his face. Instead, I stare down at the ground.
“That would imply that I want anything to do with you, which I don’t,” I grumble, folding my arms and kicking at the dirt.
“Come on,” Theo coaxes, his voice as smooth as silk. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”
My eyes fly up to meet his again. “No way.”
“Liar.”
I glare at him.
“Trust me, you’re not my type,” I hiss.
Theo cocks his head to the side, his eyebrow arching again. “Oh, Brooke Eastwick has a type? Go on, hit me with it.”
I roll my eyes, kicking at the ground again. “I like nice guys.”
“I’m not a nice guy?”
I stifle a laugh. “Nice guys don’t get handjobs in public.”
Theo shrugs, unruffled. “Fair enough. But let me let you in on a secret, no guy wants to be called nice.”
“And why is that?”
“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘nice guys finish last’? Nice guys never get the girl.”
“Yes they do,” I scowl. “Some girls like nice guys.”
Theo shakes his head, a mocking smile on his lips. “Nah. At the end of the day, even the nice girls want the bad boy.”
I let out an exasperated sigh. Talking to this guy is pointless.
Apparently, he takes my silence as an admission. “You do, don’t you?” Theo teases.
“What?” I scrunch up my nose in disgust. “You? No. Absolutely not.”
“Please,” he scoffs. “I saw the way you were looking at me when I shifted. Like you’ve never seen a dick before.”
My jaw drops at his lewd comment, eyes thrown wide.
Theo pauses, eyes narrowing. “Wait a minute, have you never seen a dick before?”
“I’m a shifter,” I blurt. “Of course I’ve seen a… you know what.”
Theo laughs, throwing his head back. “Oh my god, you can’t even say it!”
My face flushes hot and I squeeze my arms tighter across my chest. I wish the ground would open up underneath my feet and swallow me whole.
Theo’s still chuckling when he returns his gaze to mine. “Have you ever touched one?”
“Shut up!” I yell. The anger rising in my chest is bringing my wolf forward- she’s agitated, ready to tear through.
“Calm down, I’m just messing with you. I mean, I already pegged you as a virgin.”
If looks could kill, Theo would be a goner. I stare daggers through him, gnawing on the inside of my cheek as I feel the sting of tears forming behind my eyes. The frickin’ nerve of this guy!
“Goodbye, Theo,” I huff, turning away from him and stomping back on the path.
“Wait… come on, I was messing around!” he calls after me, but I don’t look back and he doesn’t follow.
Angry, embarrassed tears spill down my cheeks as I take off in a sprint back in the direction of the squad complex, away from Theo, away from his nasty comments.
He’s nothing but a jerk. An alpha-hole. A DICK.
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THEO
I can’t stop thinking about that interaction with Brooke in the forest. I was just ribbing her a little, I didn’t mean to actually upset her. It’s not like me to have a crisis of conscience, but… she looked like she was gonna cry.
I don’t know why I feel so shitty about it, why I’m letting it bother me. I’m laying in bed, scrolling through the Spotify playlist she sent me, when something occurs to me- I have her number. She texted me the playlist from her phone.
I navigate to my messages, finding the one with the Spotify link. After saving it into my contacts, I open a new message and… have a staring contest with my phone for the next five minutes.
Fuck, what am I gonna say to her?
Sorry for calling you a virgin?
I settle on something simple.
Theo: Hey kid
I stare at the screen for a full two minutes before I follow it up with another.
Theo: It’s Theo
I keep staring at the screen, the minutes dragging on. Maybe she’s asleep. I toss my phone down onto my bed, stare at the ceiling.
Then it vibrates next to me.
I lunge for it, swiping to unlock it, blinking at her reply.
Brooke: Hi.
Well that was certainly short and sweet.
I heave a sigh.
Now what?
Theo: Just wanted to say I didn’t mean to upset you today.
The little bubble shows up that indicates she’s typing, then disappears. Then pops back up, then goes away again. I groan, tugging at my hair as I await her response.
Brooke: Is that supposed to be an apology?
I groan again, typing out another message.
Theo: FINE, I’m sorry. I was just joking around.
She makes me wait several minutes before she responds again.
Brooke: It doesn’t feel good to be the butt of someone else’s joke.
Theo: Butt. Heh.
Brooke: You’re immature.
Theo: So I’m told.
She doesn’t send any response, and I rack my brain trying to think of something, anything to say. I’m at a loss, so after about ten minutes, I just toss my phone back on my bed.
I don’t even know why I apologized. I can’t remember the last time I apologized to anyone, for anything.
I feel marginally better, though. Less shitty. Maybe she does, too.
THEO“Sup, nerds?” I greet as I walk into the IT hub the next afternoon. I’m really settling into this new gig as the liaison- it isn’t half as boring as I expected now that I’ve made it my mission to bed Brooke Eastwick.Speaking of Brooke, she doesn’t even glance up at me when I walk in. I make my rounds to the other desks, asking the geeks if they have anything to report back to Gray, and by the time I get back to hers she still doesn’t acknowledge me.What gives? I apologized for yesterday. You’d think a self-proclaimed ‘nice girl’ would be a little more gracious.Instead, it seems she’s giving me the cold shoulder today. She doesn’t say anything when I drag a chair over to her desk, sink down into it. Doesn’t respond when I greet her with a “hey kid”. Doesn’t flinch when I kick my boots up on the edge of the
BROOKE I head outside five minutes early to wait for Theo, and he’s ten minutes late. Figures. The afternoon sun is beating down and beads of sweat are rolling down my back by the time he pulls up in Gray’s Jeep, honking the horn as if he doesn’t see me waiting here. Why did I agree to catch a ride with him again? I sling my backpack over a shoulder and shove my hands in my pockets, trudging around to the passenger side. When I pull open the door, I hear the familiar tune of Boulevard of Broken Dreams and I can’t help but crack a smile, throwing my backpack on the floor, sliding into the seat, and closing it behind me. Theo doesn’t even give me time to fasten my seatbelt before he hits the gas, spinning the wheels on the dirt and peeling out toward the road. “Will you slow down?!” I gasp, clutching at the seatbelt and shoving it down over my lap and into the buckle. “O
THEO Dad’s acting strange. More chipper than usual. He asks for my help manning the grill, talks my ear off about the happenings with the pack while he flips the steaks. I can’t remember the last time he was this friendly with me, but it has me on edge. Maybe he’s finally coming around, has accepted me for who I am and is gonna let me lead the pack. A guy can dream, can’t he? I don’t know what else would explain his odd behavior. Fuck, I’m so ready to be alpha. To finally be in control, be the one calling the shots. I bet I’ll be good at it. I’ve never been great at anything- other than women of course- but I was literally born to be alpha. If he’s ready to step down, I’m ready to take on the job. I can’t fucking wait. I help him carry in the steaks and get the table set while Quinn and Brooke wander downstairs, chatting and giggling. “Brooke!” Dad booms, waving the grill tongs at her. “How’s it going?”
BROOKE I’m still reeling from Monday night. Dinner at the Jacobsen’s was such an ugly scene, one that keeps resurfacing and replaying in my mind. I knew Theo had it rough at home, that he left for a reason, but what I witnessed at dinner far surpassed what I’d imagined. I’ve never seen family members yell at each other like that, throw plates, cut each other down with their words. It was scary. It was like a movie; one I wish I’d never watched. That look in his eyes when I ran into him in the hallway is still haunting me. Theo, always so cocky, arrogant, confident, looked… broken. His freakout at the dinner table definitely wasn’t okay, but his dad shouldn’t have said what he did about Theo’s mom, either. It was so heartbreakingly cruel. He said it just to hurt him, and from the look in his eyes, it worked. I still remember when his mom died. I was seven or eight, so he must’ve been about twel
THEOI lay on the horn as I roll up to the complex in Gray’s Jeep, waving a hand out the window at a very irritated looking Brooke waiting by the gate.“Let’s go!” I shout, hitting the horn a few more times. “Denver or bust!”She’s standing at the gate, arms folded, glaring at me. If looks could kill, it’d be my funeral.“What are you doing here?” Brooke demands, stooping to pick her duffel and backpack up off of the ground. She slings one over each shoulder, trudging toward the Jeep.“Gray had some pack business come up, so you get me as an escort instead,” I say, waggling my eyebrows. “Now hop in, kid, we’ve got a lot of miles to cover!”Brooke heaves an exasperated sigh, stomping around to the passenger side. She throws her bags into the backseat before sliding in beside me, buckling her seatbelt immediately.
BROOKE Denver’s IT setup is amazing. I was like a kid in a candy store all afternoon, taking everything in as Rico, the head of their security team, gave us a tour of the hive and walked us through their security processes. Denver’s system makes the six-pack look like we live in the dark ages- while we have squad members running patrols each night, they’ve got cameras everywhere, giving them twice the coverage with half the manpower. I got to meet with their IT specialists, too, to tell them all about the tracing program I’ve been working on. If executed correctly, we’ll be able to track all known shadow pack affiliates by their cell phones, transactions, and even their online activity. The Denver IT specialists were all really impressed and excited about the program, which made me feel like a frickin’ superhero. We agreed to share all of our intel going forward, link our systems up. I told them I’d deliver my
THEO It’s dusk by the time we roll back into the six-pack territory, the sky darkening as I pull up to the gate of the squad complex to drop Brooke off. “Need help with your bags or anything?” I ask as I throw the Jeep in park. “Nah, I’m good,” she sighs as she drags her bare feet off of the dashboard, slipping them into her sneakers on the floor below and unbuckling her seatbelt. I don’t know why I even asked, like I’m trying to be a gentleman or some shit. Brooke hops out of the Jeep, opens the back door to haul her bags out. I turn over my shoulder to watch her as she slings her backpack over one shoulder, duffel over the other. “Coming out tonight?” “Not sure,” she breathes, holding onto the back door of the Jeep. “Gotta see what my friends are up to.” If I know anything about the squad, it’s that the newbies never miss a night out. “In that case, I’ll see you there,”
BROOKE I stare at the back of Theo’s black jacket as he makes the rounds in the hub on Monday afternoon. It’s his first time back in a week, so it takes him a while to gather everyone’s report. He’s listening attentively, jotting down notes while my eyes practically burn a hole in his leather jacket. He stops at Diego’s desk first, then Carly’s. Then criss-crosses his way to the back of the room. I’m the only one in the last row, so after he finishes with Justin, I know I’m next. I stare at my computer monitor; pretend I’m working as Theo heads for the conference table behind me. I cringe inwardly at the scraping sound of chair legs across the floor as Theo drags one over to my desk. “Hey, kid.” His voice is low, velvety smooth and enticing. “Hi.” My own voice comes out like a squeak. Theo sinks down into the chair, starts shrugging off his jacket. I watch out of the corner of my eye as