Rachel cleared her throat, tugging on Vanessa’s arm. “Vanessa, let’s go get a drink.”
Vanessa wouldn’t say no to that, and I silently thanked Rachel when they both walked away. I would definitely have to go out on that coffee date with her after that.
Roman’s gaze was burning into me, and I suddenly felt hot. Extremely hot. I grabbed Derek’s hand. “Well, lover-boy, let’s go get some food.” Because I needed some space to cool off.
Before I could drag Derek anywhere, Roman curled his hand around my arm and gave me a stern look that eventually faded into something softer. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. My arm was tingling again, and I bet his was too.
There was something unspoken between us, and we both accepted it without question. Neither one of us wanted to bring it up to each other, but neither one of us wanted to stop—whatever it was.
He released me and walked away.
~~~
Two hours later, Derek smooshed a marshmallow between two graham crackers, forgoing any chocolate in his smores because he needed to beleanfor the warriors. I snatched the chocolate from him, sucked it between my teeth, and sighed in delight.
The moon was glowing high in the sky, and in a few hours I would have to meet Ryker at our borders. A weird feeling sat heavily in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to lie to everyone about what was going on, but I needed to.
Vanessa sat across from me, next to Roman’s sister Jane. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of me since she concluded that Derek and I were fucking. She burned her marshmallow in the fire; the light reflecting off of her eyes.
I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable under her gaze, and leaned closer Derek. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”
Derek gazed over at the packhouse, looking at Roman who was talking to Cayden at the backdoor Roman had taken a dip in the lake, his white v-neck hanging over his shoulder and beads of water rolling down his tan abdomen.
“No, you’re not,” Derek said.
No, I wasn’t. I couldn’t handle Roman anymore. Watching him walk around the whole night with a shirt that clung to his body, watching him walk out of the water and flipping his dark wet hair, watching his eyes flicker to gold every time he gazed at me. It was just enough to get my wolf going.
After the whole Vanessa incident, Roman was pissed. I swore he growled when Derek and I played together with some pups and when he drew his arms around me. Everything about Roman was driving me insane tonight for some reason, especially his jealousy.
I gave Derek my burnt marshmallow stick and walked over to the packhouse. Cayden nodded to me, smiling. “You look happy. You enjoying the hospital?”
“It’s doable.” I shrugged my shoulders and lingered near the door.
Roman gave me a soft, genuine smile, which made my wolf purr.
“Roman said that you’re working under Jakkobs now,” Cayden said.
Did he now? He wasn’t hiding the fact that I was supposed to be a nurse and not a doctor? I gazed at him, brow arched, but Roman didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood there with his huge arms crossed over his chest, beads of water dripping off his dark hair, and eyes such a soft gold.
The epitome of confusion.
He didn’t want me to be a doctor. He didn’t care that people knew I was. He didn’t assign me as a warrior. He expected me to practice during try-out week. He wanted me out of his hair. He couldn’t leave me alone.
“I am…” I gently patted Cayden’s forearm, fingers brushing over his skin. “... which means that I’ll be treating you if you end up in the hospital.”
Roman growled, his eyes shifting from a soft to a sharp, scathing gold. He stood taller, fists clenched and canines emerging from under his lips. Well, that was my cue.
“I should be going.” I smiled at them both and stepped into the house, glancing briefly at Roman. I walked down the hall, brushing my fingers across the walls to leave my scent for him to follow.
My core clenched when I heard his footsteps behind me, coming closer and closer, his minty scent so fucking strong. I could get high off of it if I wasn’t careful. I opened his office door and walked into the room.
When I was here last time, I was screaming at him. Now, I wanted to scream for him.
He closed the door softly behind us, and I hopped up onto his mahogany desk, my skirt riding up the sides of my legs. His gaze traveled down my body, then back up it. He tossed his shirt onto a chair and stalked toward me, each step dreadfully slow.
“Does the alpha want to talk again?” I asked, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth. Moon Goddess, he was so fucking sexy.
His fingers danced across my knees, sending tingles up my thighs. He parted my legs and stepped between them, pushing his hardness against my thin black bikini bottoms. He grabbed my chin roughly, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. “I’m about to do more than talk to you.”
