Cole
It’s 10:45 p.m. when I pull up in front of Rayne’s house. Her mom will probably kill me for ringing the doorbell at this hour, but I don’t give a s**t. Coach Jamison pretty much kicked my a*s after the game. He threw me up against the lockers and told me if I was going to act like a punk, I was off his team.
“I’m off, then,” I hurled back at him, but he slammed me up again.
“Don’t you dare quit on me, Muchmore,” he growled. “Stop acting like a child who has no control over his life.”
“I don’t have control!” I yelled.
“Then take it,” Jamison said quietly. “No one’s in charge of you, but you, Cole. Not me. Not your dad. Not the alpha. Are you going to let them take your girlfriend away from you?”
I stared at him in shock. But of course he would know what’s going on with me. My fri
