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.

PO

“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.

tension? The arguing? The way he watches you like you personally offended

snort. “Yeah, no. If anything, he wants me

snickers. “Okay, but

I cut him

grins, eyes gleaming. “Just for a second. Imagine him-” he tilts his head, voice dropping lower, “pinning you against a

teases. “Imagine him-” he tilts his head, voice slipping into something dangerous, “pinning you against a wall, all muscle and command, those big fucking

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image forms. Gray pressing me against the cold stone. His body heat licking at my skin. His fingers fisting in my hair, dragging my

the thought away so fast it

No. Absolutely not.

my head toward Logan, scowling so hard

“Oh my gods,

my best friend? I shove him. Hard.

too tight, my pulse too wild because of what I freaking imagined. I push my hair behind my ear, letting my lips curl. “I’d rather have a beast

“Is that so, Jess?”

words slither down my spine, smooth as silk, sharp as fangs. My lips part, and very slowly, I turn–only to find Gray Westwood standing in front of me, his eyes burning

just across

Oh, fuck.

dangerously amused. “Didn’t think you had a preference, Jess.” His voice

trying to put some space between us. But I can still feel his breath on my neck. “I–l..Did..you

decisive–

inhale sharply, pulse slamming

my hand. Guides it forward. Until–heat. My palm presses against something firm. Hard. My breath catches as I glance

Moon Goddess.

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

No. Fuck. No.

over my wrist. His own breathing is heavier now,

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