Chapter 37

Tamara's POV

I walked around with a scarf covering my neck. After what he did to me, I was left stunned and at a loss for words, so I ran to my room and got a scarf to cover a few hickeys that were showing.

When I walked out of the pack house, I was very nervous because it was sunny, yet I was wearing a scarf.

"What an asshole," I said in a low tone and then glanced behind me to see Larson walking further away with a smirk.

Why was he even following me when he was the one who acted as if it was a bother to be seen with me?

I stopped walking and turned to look at him.

"Why are you following me?" I asked seriously as he moved closer.

When he stood in front of me, I held my breath for a second.

"I'll be damned if I let any male be around you," he answered, and I frowned angrily.

"See, this is very confusing. Did I not ask you to give me a tour of the pack, and you refused?" I asked.

"I didn't refuse; I was just suspicious of your change of heart," he answered simply.

"Fine, so why are yo