The engine of Ethan’s black sports car roared, a low, predatory growl that echoed off the stone walls of Lycaon High as he peeled away from the curb. Bella was pressed back into the leather seat, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"Ethan, stop! Where are you taking me?" she demanded, grabbing the door handle. "We’re leaving campus again. I want to go back to my dorm. I need to be with Molly."
Ethan didn't even glance at her. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw set in a hard, uncompromising line. He looked like he was vibrating with a suppressed, violent energy.
"I didn't like how he looked at you," Ethan uttered, his voice dropping to a jagged, dangerous rasp. The image of Collins—her "Alpha Daddy" step-father—staring at Bella like sh
