Oh... it was just Luna Raya’s.
He stepped closer to me, gaze shifting down my body. I inhaled sharply. The tension between us was back, and it was so damn stronger than it had been. After placing his hands on my hips, he drew me closer. “You look awfully sexy in my shirt,” he mumbled against my ear. He toyed with the end of the shirt, but I pushed his hand away.
“No, I can’t do this again,” I said. He chuckled, pulled me closer, and rested his forehead against mine.
I knew that it was a bad idea to toy with him, but I couldn’t help myself. I rested my arms on his shoulders and tugged on the ends of his hair. It came so naturally. This tension between us, our reactions to each other—whether it was pure fury, pure jealousy, pure adoration. It didn’t matter. It felt so natural I thought we could be mates.
Could.
Then, suddenly, someone opened the door. I quickly pulled away from him, but he pulled me back, his fingers curling into my hips like they belonged there.
Jane stood in the doorway with wide eyes. She gazed between us, then solely at me, her gaze falling on my—Roman’s—shirt. “Isabella. What are you doing here?”
“I-uhm…” How do I tell someone who thought I was the nicest, warmest, most innocent person, that I spent the night with her brother—the alpha of our pack?
“That’s none of your business, Jane,” Roman said.
She smirked at him and shook her head. “Another one, Roman? That makes—What?—three in the last week?”
Chapter 26
Isabella
Three girls… three girls in the past fucking week, and I was one of them.
Why had I stupidly thought this was exclusive between us? Hell, I had a chance to flirt with Ryker, kind of, not really. But if I knew that Roman was with other girls, I could’ve tried not to feel this stupid fucking way for him.
“Three women?” I stepped back from him, feeling disgusted. “Jesus Christ, Roman. I probably have some sort of disease now.”
Roman growled. “Jane,” he scolded.
Jane laughed, wrapped an arm around my shoulder, and leaned the side of her head against mine. “Ooh, I like you already. Why didn’t we hang out more in high school?”
I clenched my jaw tighter, staring at Roman. I couldn’t believe it. Three women. Three. I bet it was Bitch One and Bitch Two and here I was Bitch Three.
My wolf whimpered inside of me.Three? Three? Three?
Jane pulled away from me, still laughing, but I didn’t see anything funny. “I’m just kidding,” she said, nudging my shoulder with hers. “It was about damn time that he brought you to the packhouse. I’m so tired of listening to him grumble around the house every night. He needed someone to take care of his ass. I just didn’t think it’d be you.”
I took a deep breath, gazing at her, then back at him. What was her problem? She was exactly like Vanessa, trying to make my life hell.
She grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. “So, you’re the reason his nightly runs take forever, huh?”
Roman clenched his jaw. “Jane,” he said through clenched teeth. “Leave.”
She giggled again, like this was so damn funny, and honestly I would’ve probably been laughing too if it wasn’t me in this situation. But… she was frustrating.
In a single moment, her smile turned into a frown. “Wait, I thought you were mates with Derek, though.”
“I am.”
“She’s not.”
We answered at the same time, and I narrowed my eyes at Roman who had his jaw clenched. His green eyes had golden streaks in them. Jane raised a brow. “Ooh, tense.” Roman growled at her. She held up her arms in surrender. “Fine, I’ll leave, jeez. You could’ve asked nicely.”
She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. I crossed my arms and stared at Roman, needing a reason to get out of here. This tension between us was driving me crazy. If I didn’t leave soon, I’d end up looking like a damn fool and telling him I didn’t want him to have slept with other girls becauseIwanted to be his one and only.
“So,” I said. “Two other girls, huh?”
