Chapter 1

Chapter 1

JESSICA

I have a confession to make.

I think the Alpha hates me.

No–despises me. That might be the right term because there is absolutely no logical reason why I am standing here, simply existing, doing nothing, and yet somehow, he still finds a reason to kill me with those goddamn eyes.

Like, come on? Really?

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my seventeen years within the Blackmoor Pack, it’s that Gray Westwood never stares at me without a reason. Or maybe–just maybe–those eyes were made to fuck me and ruin me all at once.

“Uh–oh,” Logan mutters beside me. “What did you do this time, Jes?”

“What?” I scoff, crossing my arms. “I exist. That’s usually enough.”

Logan hums, eyes flicking toward the other side of the yard. Every pack member is expected to train, to fight, to serve. That’s why after class, we’re mandated to come here.

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“Mm. That so? Because Gray Westwood is looking at you like he either wants to fight you or-”

“Or what?”

His grin turns wicked. “Or fuck you against a wall.”

My stomach drops.

“Shut up.” I glare at him. “He hates me.”

“Hates you?” Logan smirks. “Or wants you?”

Oh, gods. Not this again. I roll my eyes, but it doesn’t shake the feeling.

arguing? The way he watches you

“Yeah, no. If anything, he

snickers. “Okay,

I cut him off

a second. Imagine him-” he tilts his head, voice dropping lower, “pinning you

tilts his head, voice slipping into something dangerous, “pinning you against

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My body

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the cold stone. His body heat licking at my skin. His

fast it

No. Absolutely not.

hard I swear the air should sizzle.

outright cackles. “Oh my gods,

my best friend? I shove him. Hard. He

too tight, my pulse too wild because of what I

“Is that so, Jess?”

fangs. My lips part, and very slowly, I turn–only to find Gray Westwood standing in front of me, his eyes burning

He was just across the

Oh, fuck.

and dangerously amused. “Didn’t think you had a preference, Jess.” His voice is low, casual–dangerously amused. “Beasts over Alphas, huh? That why you’ve been running your

slightly, trying to put some space between us. But I can still

flare. Before I can process it, his hand moves–fast, decisive– his fingers move fast, curling around my

inhale sharply, pulse slamming against

against something firm. Hard. My breath catches as I glance down,

Moon Goddess.

controlled. His grip flexes over my wrist, like he’s waiting.

No. Fuck. No.

over my wrist. His own breathing

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