Page 40 of Demon Rejected
Cello took another bite from her cookie and nodded. “I’m still going to suck, you know it?"
“You don’t. We’re wolves, wild women, predators. We can do this. Hey, I’ll go get myself another espresso."
I got into this habit of drinking espresso before my lunch. It helped me with the speed of the regeneration of my body. As I stepped toward the machine, I saw that Cello dropped her cookie and was staring. There was only one person who could get her away from her cookie--Kyle Dawson, the son of the Alpha, a total pretty boy, and one hundred percent not into Cello.
Kyle is hot, and if there wouldn’t be implications, I would go for a tumble in the sheets with him. But as Cello likes him and she considers herself my best friend, I can’t.
During the first weeks here, every guy tried to get in my pants. I got it. I’m the shiny new toy and they all tried to play. Most of them calmed down and understood the message, especially after breaking a few noses and kicking a few groins. It’s no big deal. We’re shifters and heal fast. I’m not fucking interested in a booty call, a boyfriend, or whatever else they could offer me. I’m good. I want to learn, train, and go on my first mission.
Kyle was stubborn, used to getting what he wanted. He had no intention of giving up easily.
As I waited in line at the espresso machine, I saw my reflection in the mirror. My long red hair was braided into two braids, but it still looked wild and fierce. My lips looked pouty and pink, and my eyes glimmered. Dressed in black leather, my body looked better than ever, my waist small, and my hips round and curvy. I have a cute ass if I can say that about myself.
A small smile touched my lips right before I saw Kyle’s reflection. He is a sight for sore eyes. Tall, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and fabulous muscles underneath that t-shirt of his. I know. He makes a point of taking his t-shirt off in fight class, and all the other female shifters drool over him.
The ratio of males to females here is about three to one, and still, Kyle could have any other female he wanted. He seems dead set on having me. We always want what we can’t have, only to want something else right after getting it. I think it’s a quote from Game of Thrones. I binged it lately and enjoyed it.
My wolf gets in fight mode when Kyle is near, maybe because my human gets weak knees and wants to push him against the wall and do bad things to him. I’m only a woman, and I have needs.
His blue eyes are different from mine. My eyes are darker blue and sometimes can turn grey or green. His are a pure baby blue, like the sky on a spring day. Long, thick lashes throw shadows over his lightly tanned skin and sharp cheekbones. He could be an underwear model as well as a beauty model. He could be perfect if he weren’t so damn arrogant.
“Hi, Scarlett. Your form today in fight class was almost perfect."
I know exactly what he was doing. He was baiting me with a compliment. “It was okay, I think."
His eyes meet mine, and I felt heat rising inside me. I’ll have to swipe my V card with someone, and it should happen as fast as possible.
“A wolf like you should go for perfection. You’re so much above, okay."
My inside self blushed. Why the fuck do I care about what he says? Oh, yeah, because I think he’s hot as fuck, and the fact that he gives me the time of day makes me feel good.
Damn. I catch Cello’s look. She’s in love with him. They grew up together and used to be best friends until tenth grade when he decided he was way too cool to hang out with her. He gave her the first kiss, and my poor girl can’t get over the arrogant bastard. Cello is such a good person. She wouldn’t even mind if I were with him. She loves him, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing anything with the asshat prince.
“Can I walk you to your table?"
“Sure, it’s a free cafeteria."
“So, Scarlett, do you have plans for tonight? A few of us are meeting down by the creek and shift then party. Nothing like a run in wolf shape and a good dance after to celebrate spring."
I bit my lip and watched Kyle’s reaction. I could smell his pheromones.
“Can I bring Cello? I’m sure she would like to come."
“Sure, sure, any friends of yours, Scarlett, are my friends, too."
I almost told him that she was his friend first and that he’s an ass for ignoring her, but oh well, it’s a bad idea to have a fallout with the Alpha’s son. We turned towards my table, and I was aware all eyes were on us. Male attention was nothing new to me, female attention either.
Ziggy sat at my table. He said something to Cello, and she laughed so hard she almost snorted. I pressed my tray with the espresso and the slice of chocolate cake into Kyle’s hands and crossed the distance to Ziggy in a few large steps. He stood up, caught me, and lifted me into his arms.
“How are you, princess?" he said with his thick velvet voice that made me cream my panties just listening to it.
During the first week at HQ, Ziggy called me every night. He became my best friend even though I wouldn’t admit to it. My wolf whimpered when she saw him, and I felt that pleasant heat in the stomach.
Being in Ziggy’s arms was nice and safe. It felt like home.
We sat down, but he kept holding my hand. It was his way to say mine, and she’s under my protection. Not even Kyle dared to mess with Ziggy. He moved to the side and twisted his neck in a sign of submission, then left.
“Princess, guess what? I have news for you.”