Emily's pov
I swallowed, throwing the bag strap over my shoulder and rising to my feet.
"We're alone. We can't be al-
My words are cut off when Bryson turns me around, my ass now pressing to the table.
He cages me in with both his hands beside me.
"I don't give a f**k if we're not supposed to be seen together alone Em. No one, not even the damn werewolf council can keep us apart." He seethes, angry eyes peering down at me.
I tore my eyes away from his. "You should care Bryce. This is your future. You can't have a bad reputation."
Goosebumps raise on my arm when Bryson fingers touch my chin, pulling my attention directly on him.
I held my breath, stunned by the emotions playing in his eyes.
"If I had to choose against the leader position over you Em. I'd choose you." He whispered,
