Chapter 7 Sienna's Pov
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I wasn’t expecting him.
The library was my safe haven, my escape from the constant noise of campus. It smelled like old paper and fresh coffee, and the only sounds were the hum of the AC and the occasional page turning. I had my laptop open, notes spread out. Life had been blissfully… normal the last couple of weeks.
No smug grins.
No irritatingly perfect face in my line of sight.
No Scott McCall.
And I hated to admit it, but I’d started to wonder if the earth had swallowed him whole.
So when his scent—pine, smoke, and arrogance—hit me in the middle of the library, my pen slipped from my fingers. He slid into the chair across from me, fresh from practice with his rugby hoodie clinging to him and that maddening smirk plastered on his face. His eyes gleamed just a little too bright, his wolf pressing at the edges.
I froze. My wolf growled instantly, a low rumble in my chest I had to swallow before it reached my lips.
“You seem as though you've seen a ghost,” he said, leaning back like he owned the whole damn library.
I blinked. “Of course, yeah. You’ve been gone. I was starting to think the universe finally did me a favor. Where did you crawl out from?”
His laugh was low, easy. Too easy. “Miss me, princess?”
“Like I’d miss a root canal,” I snapped my notebook shut. “What do you want, McCall?”
“Straight to business. Ouch.” He pressed a hand over his chest dramatically, then leaned closer. His voice dropped to that irritating, husky timbre. “Your wolf still growls when she sees me. Cute.”
My wolf bristled. Alpha-blood. It wasn’t just his confidence—it was the dominance in his tone, the way his wolf pushed at mine like it was some kind of game.
“Control your mutt before I let mine bite,” I hissed under my breath.
Scott’s smirk only widened, sharp and knowing. “There she is. I was worried you got soft while I was gone.”
I rolled my eyes, shoving my stuff into my bag. “If you came here just to annoy me, congratulations. Mission accomplished. Now go.”
But he didn’t move. Instead, he pulled the chair opposite me and sat down like he owned the place. A few students glanced our way before quickly looking back at their books—the air between us practically crackled.
“I need a favor.”
I blinked. Then laughed, short and harsh. “You? Need a favour? That’ll be the day.”
He shrugged, unfazed. “Well, it’s today.”
My wolf growled again, louder this time, and I knew some of it slipped through because his eyes flashed gold for a split second. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, and lowered his voice.
“I want you to be my girlfriend.”
I choked. “Excuse me?”
“Fake girlfriend.” His grin turned boyish, which was unfair considering how infuriating he was. “Relax. It’s just for show. There are rumors flying around about me—some crap about fights, girls, grades. Scouts from the MLR came, made me an offer, but…” He tilted his head, studying me. “Let’s just say my reputation isn’t exactly helping me. And my GPA could use a… booster.”
I stared at him. Hard. “You’ve lost your mind.”
“Maybe.” He leaned closer, so close I caught that pine-and-smoke scent again, my wolf pacing inside me in agitation. “But you’re the only one who can pull this off with me.”
“Why me?”
“Because people believe what they see. And when they see us—the Alpha’s daughter and me—they’ll believe I’ve calmed down. That I’m focused. Stable. Girlfriend material instead of a reckless wolf with too much bite.”
My wolf bristled at his wolf’s quiet push of dominance, and a low growl slipped past my lips before I could stop it. His eyes lit up, hungry.
“There it is again,” he murmured, amused. “Your wolf likes mine. She just doesn’t want to admit it.”
I shoved my chair back, glaring. “She wants to rip your throat out.”
His smirk curved sharper. “And I’d let her, if it didn’t sound so much like flirting.”
My cheeks burned—not from attraction, I told myself, but fury. Definitely fury.
“You’re unbelievable,” I snapped.
“And yet,” he said smoothly, standing now, towering over me with that wolf aura humming around him, “you’re going to think about it. Because you can’t resist a challenge, Sienna. And you know damn well this will be one.”
His wolf brushed mine again, an Alpha’s push that sent shivers skittering down my spine. I swallowed hard, shoving it back with all I had.
“Get lost, McCall.”
But the smugness in his eyes said he’d already won something, just by showing up.
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