I sat in the living room, angrily staring at the blank wall with my hands balled into tight fists by my sides. There was no point in even staying in my bedroom. The guys had made it crystal clear that I obviously had no privacy at all.
When they had taken me home the other night, I should’ve left then. I had been told over and over that wolves were easily jealous and controlling creatures, especially alphas. They wanted to have things their way all the damn time.
And I was having none of it.
With them being gone—even if it was just s**t-talking by a fire outside—I wanted to leave. Maybe not for good, but I did want to sneak out again. I didn’t want to be cooped up in this house without any friends and with them lurking over me twenty-four/seven.
Just as I was about to stand up from the
