I gazed at the people dancing in the middle of The Night Raider’s Café with a frown on my face. All week, I had been thinking about Roman, about Vanessa being in the house with him, about him giving his shirt to Vanessa to wear. And all week, I’d wanted to march right onto his property and tell him to reject me.
This feeling was beyond me. I didn’t know what was happening there, and it was eating me alive. Sure, he might just be acting like a nice alpha to Vanessa. But he hadn’t even been nice to me before I turned eighteen. Sure, he might be doing his alpha duties.
But didn’t Vanessa have her own damn shirts to wear? Why had he let her go out with his shirt?
This pain was too much, and I hadn’t even gone through heat yet. In less than a week, I would go through it. I would scratch and
