Chapter5
1055 Words
Lena’s POV
I wasn’t kind.
I wasn’t fair.
And I certainly wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
A few days of going to school was doing him in. Ryker was slipping.
I saw it in the way his hands tightened into fists whenever I brushed past him in the hallway, in the way his eyes darkened whenever I laughed just a little too close to his ear. He was trying so hard to pretend he was unaffected, that I was nothing but a coincidence each day.
But I knew better.
The way his muscles tensed when my fingers subtly brushed against his arms as a harmless mistake, while trying to take something across from him.
“Oops.” My voice was sweet as honey as I bumped into Ryker in the library, letting my hand graze his forearm before I stepped back, lips curving in amusement at the way his entire body went rigid. “Didn’t see you there.”
His jaw ticked.
"Anna.” A warning.
I tilted my head, trailing my fingers over the book I’d just taken from the shelf. “You always say my name like it’s a sin.”
“Maybe it is.”
I laughed softly, stepping too close. “And yet, you keep coming back to it.”
His breath hitched.
But I pulled away before he could do anything reckless.
I left him there, a storm brewing in his darkening eyes.
Or when I flipped my hair just a few seconds from him in the parking lot, knowing fully well that his wolf reacted to my scent like I reacted to his.
He was unraveling thread by thread, and I was the one pulling the strings.
I could see the cracks forming, the way his jaw clenched when I passed too close, the way his fists curled when I met his gaze and held it for just a little too long. Ryker was falling for me all over.
"How are you holding up?" Angel asked during lunch. Rose was off, having a hot session with her Jacob. We suspected that they were mates.
"I'm trying. I hate him Angie. Every lustful look my way makes me irritated but my wolf is happy."
"I noticed he looks at you a lot." Angel shrugged.
Selene noticed, too.
She tried to pretend she didn’t, that Ryker was still the mate she had claimed, but the jealousy was eating her alive.
She glared at me from across the room whenever Ryker’s attention wavered. She clung to him in the hallways, her grip tightening every time I was near. She whispered in his ear, her words desperate, her eyes pleading.
He wasn’t listening.
Rolling my eyes at the drama, I excused myself to use the bathroom.
Fixing my lipstick in the mirror just like Rose taught me. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, the distant chatter of students muffled by the walls. I sighed at how everyone was such hypocrites, focused on ass-kissing the Alphas in the school.
And then—her reflection appeared behind me.
Selene.
She must have finally snapped because she was looking at me with so much disgust.
Her eyes were burning with something dangerous, her lips curled in barely restrained fury.
“You’re looking a little tense, Selene.” I smirked, putting my lipstick away.
She took a step closer, trying to look intimidating. “Stay away from him.”
I turned slowly, meeting her glare with nothing but amusement. “Who?”
“Ryker.” Her hands curled into fists.
I laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. If you’re that worried, maybe you should ask him why he keeps looking at me.”
“You think you’re so clever,” she hissed.
“I don’t think, Selene. I know.” I shrugged.
Her breath hitched. The way she stiffened told me I had struck a nerve.
A rush of ice-cold water crashed over me.
I gasped, the shock stealing the breath from my lungs. The water seeped into my bones, chilling me to the core. The bathroom was silent, save for the slow, deliberate dripping of water hitting the tiled floor.
Selene stepped back, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes flashed like she was trying to keep her wolf in control. After all, she was from an Alpha bloodline.
Her voice was sharp, cutting. “Ryker is mine.”
I blinked the water from my eyes and let out a soft chuckle, shaking the droplets from my fingertips. “You’re awfully insecure for someone so sure of that. Or did you by chance, steal him too?”
Her jaw clenched, but I saw the flicker of shock in her gaze before she masked it.
"You better heed my warning, Anna Fadell. Don't regret your new found consciousness." She smiled.
She turned on her heel and stormed out, leaving me standing there, soaking wet but victorious.
I dried off as best as I could, but the cold didn’t bother me. Not when I had already won this round.
But Ryker—he needed more.
Flirting wasn’t enough. Watching his relationship crumble wasn’t enough. I needed him to feel the weight of his past. I needed him to remember.
So, I wrote a note.
A reminder. A whisper of a warning—that someone other than him knew the truth. That his sins weren’t as buried as he thought.
Slipping through the empty hallway, I found his locker.
626
I thought I had it memorized.
My wolf stirred, but I flipped it off as jitters of being caught. I just needed to get the note through the vent and watch his reaction in school tomorrow.
My body began to feel hot and bothered.
"Wow, am I really that excited to see him panick?" I whispered. Hearing my wolf howl from joy.
I slid the note halfway through the vent, smirking as I imagined Ryker's face when he read it.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” A voice. Deep. Unforgiving and guttural rasped.
The air shifted, thickening with something dark. Something powerful. My wolf whimpered.
Slowly, I turned and locked eyes with a huge guy.
Cameron Domi
Known as the ruthless Lycan King.
Gripping my wrist and slamming it into the said locker.
"Answer me little one, What are you doing to my Locker?"
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