After class ended the next day, I found myself blocked from leaving the room by Alyx’s tall frame. He had a smile on his face, but it seemed forced.“Hey, can we talk?” he asked.A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to him. I couldn’t stop feeling his hands all over me, and how he wouldn’t let go, no matter how hard I resisted. The thought of what might have happened if Matt hadn’t shown up made me feel sick.“I have nothing to say,” I muttered, stepping around him. His brow furrowed, but he d
Jack met me at our usual spot after school, leaning against the light post with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.“Ready?” he snapped.I was right on time, but I didn’t bother saying so. Anyway, he was the one who kept forgetting or being late.“You know you don’t need to walk me,” I mumbled. “I can get home on my own.” Now that I’d met our father, I didn’t see what the big threat was. He clearly wasn’t going to try to abduct me again. Still, Jack insisted on walking me to and from school.
Matt was waiting for me when I got out of class, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed. He had on a pair of gray track pants and a form-fitting black t-shirt. He must have been at the gym or practice because his hair was still wet from the shower.His face brightened when our eyes met. “Hey,” he said, walking over to me.“Hey.” I couldn’t help but stare a little. He looked good like this, and not for the first time, I wondered what he was doing with me. Matt had to be one of the best-looking guys at our school, by far. I could see girls and guys alike sending him covert glances as they walked by.“Ready for lunch?” he asked, his eyes roving over my face.If he noticed people looking at him, he didn’t give any indication.“Yeah, ready.”Matt took my books from me and started down the hall. I hurried to catch up with him. “You don’t have to carry those.”He flashed me a grin. “I know.” I reached to take them back, but he didn’t hand them to me. “I want to.”“Oh.” I felt my
JackJack watched Matt and his sister walk away, his frown deepening at the sight of them together. Matt had his arm around her shoulders, and it took everything in him not to walk over there and shove him away from her. He’s a werewolf, he wanted to scream, but there was a reason he hadn’t told his sister. It would just put her in danger.No, he had to find a way to deal with Matt himself. It was the only way to keep Celeste safe. He knew she cared about him, but she didn’t know who he really was, or what he was capable of. Jack had to protect her.Even though Matt saved his life, he knew he was still dangerous. Some of his cousins never made it back, and he knew Matt was likely the one who killed them. They were out looking for him, after all, when they went ‘missing.’His grandfather was convinced Matt wasn’t working alone, and he had to agree. There was no way Matt was running without a pack. The Peacekeepers were generally a big unit, and since Matt used to be his best friend, it
I wiped off the counters for the second time, sweating glistening on my forehead. Jack wanted me to deep-clean the kitchen, so here I was, cleaning it for the millionth time in the last week. It wasn’t a very original punishment, but I figured it could be worse. He hadn’t mentioned my lunch date with Matt, and I was hoping I’d be allowed to go out again soon. He couldn’t keep me locked in the house forever.Eventually, Jack had to realize I was an adult and that I could make my own decisions. Matt wasn’t going anywhere. The more time we spent together, the less I could fathom ever being apart. I knew I should be more careful, that my heart was still a fragile thing, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself from falling for him more and more.Jack and his friends were in the living room, drinking beer and playing video games. I had no idea what game they were playing, but they were really getting into it. At one point, they were even shouting at the screen.It looked fun, but I’d never been
Matt tightened his hold on me, his face still pressed into the top of my head. I’d stopped crying a few minutes ago but made no move to pull away. I felt so safe in his arms.“I need to know what happened,” he said, his voice a soft caress. “Did someone hurt you?”I shook my head.“Please talk to me,” he murmured, and the raw edge to his voice made me pull away and look up at him. His expression looked pained. He reached out and wiped the tears from my face, his fingers trembling slightly.“No one hurt me,” I answered, my voice rough from all the crying. “Not physically.”“Someone hurt your feelings?”I bit my lip and nodded.He trailed his fingers through my hair, and a shiver went down my spine. He kissed my cheeks, taking his time with each one. I squeezed my eyes shut, so unused to all the tenderness. No one had ever been like this with me.“Your brother?” he asked as he pulled away.I nodded, my eyes still closed.“What did he say?” His voice had an edge to it, and I opened my ey
Jack was waiting for me when I got home. I walked through the front door, not even bothering to sneak back in. He was sitting in the living room alone, the blue light from the TV screen washing across his tense face. It wasn’t tense with anger, though, but fear. His eyes were blown wide, and he jumped up the minute the door closed behind me. “Celeste,” he said, his voice nearly panicked. I gave him a wide-eyed stare in return. I was expecting a lecture, not this. “Jack? Did something happen?” He took a few steps toward me and grabbed my arm. His grip wasn’t too hard, but just enough that it had me uneasy. “Where were you? What happened?” He seemed to take in my disheveled hair and tear-streaked face. “I went out with Matt.” “What happened?” he demanded, his voice wavering a little. The look on his face was still one of panic rather than anger. It made my muscles instantly tense. Why was he acting like this? It was so out of character for him. “I was upset. We just went some
I took a bite of my salad, my gaze trained on Matt’s animated face as he described his favorite movie to me. He’d been going on about it since we first sat down, more than a little affronted when he found out that I’d never seen Predator. Not that I minded. I could listen to him talk for hours. Especially about the things he loved. He got this light in his eyes, and I couldn’t look away.“I’m sorry,” he said, putting down his fork. “I’m rambling.”I smiled. “Don’t apologize. I like listening to you. You’re really making me want to see this movie.”