He chuckled and placed his cup down, stirring it a bit. “Don’t worry about it. Lycans are notoriously known to have more than a few lovers.”
“Well, that makes me feel so much better about myself,” I said sarcastically.
“You’re going to be something else,” he said, a smile tugging on his lips. His eyes suddenly became hazy and distant, as if he was talking through his mindlink, then he clenched his jaw and stood. “I need to go. Rogues are at it again.”
The door jingled behind him, and we both looked over to see Derek and Rachel walking in together. Rachel surveyed the shop, saw me, and sighed in relief. I swallowed hard, smoothing out my t-shirt.
“I will see you soon, Isabella.” Ryker tossed his cup into the trash. “And, remember, if you have any questions before your birthday, come and find me. On the night before, I will be in the forest where I was last time to escort you to the Lycans.”
I cracked a smile. “You know you don’t need to do that. I can find my way there.”
“I don’t have to, but I will,” he said. Then he walked away, leaving his woodsy scent all over me. I inhaled, smiling and watching him walk right past Derek and Rachel. They gazed back at him, brows furrowed, then walked to me.
“Was that a Lycan?”
“Yep,” I said, hoping that my one-word answer would cut it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell Derek about becoming a Lycan. It was a shitty friend move for keeping this from him, but he would tell Roman. Roman already knew that something was up with me and I didn’t need to give him any more clues, especially since everyone saw us together.
Word would get around—whether I wanted it to or not—and Roman would ask Derek about it and fuck this all up for me.
“What did he want?” Derek asked, sitting in his seat. He stared at me with those big boyish eyes, like he had done so many times since we were kids and being screamed at by Mr. Beck.
“Nothing.” I shrugged my shoulders, a heap of guilt settling into me, becoming a part of me. “He was just asking about Roman.”
Derek eyed me, knowing that was a lie. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek.
“Where were you today?” Rachel said before Derek could pry. “Everyone was so worried about you.”
My cheeks flushed. “I just… needed a day off.”
“A phone call or something would’ve been nice,” Derek said, raising a brow at me and tapping his fingers on the table.Well, Derek-boy, a phone call wasn’t an option as I was tied to Roman’s headboard and getting face-fucked by him.
Rachel smirked. “Mr. Beck said you were with Roman, but I wasn’t sure if I should’ve believed him or not.” She leaned across the table and lowered her voice. “So, were you?”
I gazed between her and Derek and smirked. “Maybe.”
She grabbed my hands and squeezed lightly. “You were, oh gosh!” She fanned herself. “Sorry, I haven’t been this excited for anything in a while. My life is so boring. I need some good juicy drama.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it.” I had all the good juicy drama she could ever need.
Derek leaned across the table. “Did you guys fuck, finally?” he asked, forgetting about my little white lie I had just told him.
“No. He told me I needed tolearn a lesson.” I pressed my lips together and rolled my eyes. “He’s making me so frustrated.” Frustrated that Iwantedhim.
It was so sad that I rather people know that I fucked him than know that I was falling for my alpha, despite his harsh words and his blatant disrespect.
“Maybe he isn’t…” Rachel’s cheek flushed. “...well-endowed and is embarrassed.”
My eyes widened. “Oh, no, he is definitely well-endowed.” My fingers grazed against my throat, remembering how big he felt inside of it when he was thrusting it down my throat, when all I wanted was more and more and more.
“Maybe he’s waiting until you turn 18,” Derek said, drawing his fingers over the calluses on his hand. “He might think it’s weird that you’re still underage.”
I furrowed my brows. “He sure didn’t think it was weird when he was shoving himself down my throat.”
Rachel’s cheek flushed a darker shade of red. “Oh, Moon Goddess, you’ve gone pretty far.” She grabbed my hands again. “Wait, you’re not eighteen yet? When’s your birthday?”
“In a few days.”
Her eyes widened. “We need to have a party! How are you celebrating?”
