“Have you talked to Dustin?”
“No. And I have no plans to say more than hello in passing.”
“You could ask him to help you through your heat.”
“Like he helped Sarah?” I say.
“You told me you didn’t believe he slept with her.”
I sigh, “Nana, I know but I still want nothing to do with him.”
She leans over and squeezes my arm. “Okay, Harper. I’m here if you need me.”
I place my hand over hers. “Thank you, Nana.”
***
Monday, I walk across the campus taking in the trees lining the walkway. The buildings hold rich history. I squeal at the realization I’m at Greywood University. Peeking at my schedule, I dart into the economics building. I step through the door and notice several empty seats in the large classroom. I sink into a chair in the middle of the room.
The professor introduces himself and I exhale when I notice none of the guys are in my class.Good.
“Dustin, how nice of you to join us,” Professor Hopkins sneers.
“I apologize, Professor Hopkins,” Dustin says.
This is the first time I’ve heard his voice in almost four years.
Ignore him, Harper.
There’s this pull in my belly, begging me to look at him.
No, I won’t do it.
Professor Hopkins continues with his lecture.
Shit, Dustin’s close. I smell him. His scent pine and vanilla envelope me. I want to borough into his skin and never come up for air.
“What are you doing here, Harper? I remember telling you at graduation not to return to Greywood,” Dustin growls.
I remember how his cold dead eyes stared through me that day when he spit those words at me.
I blow out a breath. How did he know it was me sitting here anyway?
“You don’t own the town of Greywood,” I say over my shoulder still not making eye contact. I notice his long legs in my periphery. His knees almost hit my seat. Had he gotten taller?
“My pack leader’s father does though,” he snickers.
Asshole.
Archer’s father doesn’t own our town, but his family had been here the longest and his father is the Mayor. So he has some pull. But to ban me from the town I grew up in because his sons pack brother hates me is a bit of a reach.
“I’m trying to listen to the professor,” I bite out pressing my pen to my notebook paper.
“You awaken yet, little omega?” Dustin whispers in a mocking tone.
I want to claw his eyes out for calling me little omega. A term that once held endearment.
“Doesn’t concern you if I’m awakened or not,” I whisper shout.
