Page 77 of Wicked Wolves and Tangled Truths
I nod.
“Alright. I’ll talk to her. I can’t make any promises. She’ll have to okay it with our Alpha since you’re not Pack, but you wouldn’t be the only one. Plan on working the closing shift. It’s four to eleven.”
“Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.” The bell rings, signaling the end of class and we all get up, gathering our things.
Zheng smiles and steps forward. His arms open as if to hug me and instantly I stiffen. Josué intercepts the touch, reaching out to shake Zheng’s hand while pulling him into a bro hug. Zheng’s eyes widen in confusion over Josué’s shoulder.
“Thanks for helping my girl out, man. I’m glad she’ll have a friend around after I head back home.”
“Uh, yeah. Of course.”
Josué steps away and then tugs me toward the door.
“See you tonight,” I tell him, rushing to leave.
31
Rafe
Isit on the hood of my car, legs spread wide with Sabrina standing between them. Her manicured hands rest on the top of my pants and she’s leaning into me, trying hard to be seductive. Her perfume reeks like artificial fruit. The pungent aroma assaults my heightened sense of smell, making my eyes burn, but not an ounce of disgust shows on my face.
I ignore Sabrina as she trails her fingers up and down my leg. She thinks I’m lingering because I want to be in her fucking presence when in reality, that is the last thing I want. Keeping her close today is already biting me in the ass. She’s a stage-five clinger with a serious complex, but Isa’s Audi is four cars down and I want her to see Sabrina between my thighs.
I want her to see just how over her I am, so I wait.
“Yo. We heading out?” Jordy asks, tossing his bag into my backseat.
“Yeah, we’re going.”
He gives me a sideways glance until he spots Isa and the new fucker walking beside her. Realization dawns on Jordy’s face and he does me a solid as Des exits just behind them. “Come on, fucker. We’re running late,” Jordy shouts, drawing my girl’s attention.Fuck.She’s not my girl, I remind myself though the piece of me that is my wolf disagrees. The urge to claim what’s mine thrums through me.
Isa’s head jerks toward Jordy’s voice. Then she spots me beside him. Hurt flashes in her eyes but she’s quick to mask it. What the hell does she have to be hurt about? I might not admit it to anyone else, but she’s the one who dropped me. She showed up with some random, held his fucking hand, and now wants to act like this is all on me?
Not happening.
I grip Sabrina’s hips and draw her closer. Nuzzling her neck, I keep my eyes locked on Isa’s as I let my other hand wander until I’m palming Sabrina’s tight ass.
She moans in my embrace and presses herself closer to me. “Rafael, you feel so good.”
I bite back my scathing response, hating the feel of her body pressed against mine when it should be Isa instead.
I scrape my teeth along the column of her neck. She visibly shudders. So fucking dramatic, but it works to my benefit.
Isa stands there, ten feet away from her car, watching us. It’s like she’s frozen in place and I take full fucking advantage. When Sabrina’s hand dips down to stroke my dick over my sweats, I shift, making sure Isa has a nice view.
Her cheeks heat, a pretty pink blush staining her cheeks, but whether in anger or embarrassment I have no fucking clue.
Josué calls her name. When she doesn’t respond, he tugs on her hand and draws her to her car. My wolf lunges inside me, wanting to shove him away from what’s ours.
Her eyes stay locked with mine the entire way, a metallic sheen in them, until she finally steps inside and the tinted windows block her from my view.
As soon as her car leaves the lot, I push Sabrina away and stand up.
“Hey—” she squeaks.
“I gotta go.” I’m already rounding my car and opening the driver side door.
“Oh. Okay. Call me later!”
