I’m parked at the far end of the strip mall Haven brought me to the other day, positioned behind a dumpster where I have a clear view of the taco stand without being immediately visible. Haven’s Land Rover—myLand Rover—sits three spaces from the food truck.
She’s been outside for seven minutes.
Seven minutes of watching her laughing with that fucking imbecile, Milo.
I remember the way his eyes tracked her the last time we were here, hungry and obvious. The way they’re tracking her now, as she leans against the counter waiting for her order.
A part of me—the good wolf that dragged me to Agony Hollow—is screaming at me to drive away. To go home, take a cold shower, grade papers, maintain the facade that’s kept me safe the last few years. The wolf that knows following a student, watching her eat, planning our life together... it ends badly. Prison, disgrace, destruction.
The other wolf—the one Evelyn constantly fed treats throughout my childhood—is already calculating the best place to confront Haven. How many zip ties I’d need to subdue her. How long it would take to break her completely.
My cock throbs against my thigh, already hardening just from the fantasy. I could do it right now. Wait for her to come back to the Land Rover, slip behind her as she’s unlocking it, sling an arm across her throat, choke her out.
Then she’d finally be mine, and mine alone.
No taco stand boys. No tormented childhood friends.
My good wolf whimpers, “That’s kidnapping. Life in prison.”
My bad wolf growls, “Only if they find the body.”
Jesus Christ.
I press my palms against my eyes until colored lights flash in the dark, trying to stop the spiral.
But it’s too late.
The images are already flooding in—Haven chained to my bed, tears streaming down her face because she’s realized no one’s coming for her. Haven on her knees, the fight finally gone from those blue eyes. Haven pregnant with my child, trapped forever in a twisted domestic fantasy where she has no choice but to care for me. Toloveme. To be withme. Forever.
“She’ll run if you push her too hard,”Good Wolf whines.
Bad Wolf snarls, “Let her run. I love the chase.”
I watch as Milo hands her the plastic basket, his fingers deliberately brushing hers. He says something that makes her laugh—a bright, genuine laugh she’s never given me. My hand drops to my cock, squeezing hard through my pants.
Is this what I’ve become? A pathetic simp, jerking off in his car as he stalks a student who’s flirting with another man?
And after everything I’ve done for the little bitch? All the problems I’ve solved without her even having to fucking ask?
Her disrespect gets my cock even harder.
I unzip my pants, no longer caring about propriety. The strip mall is mostly empty this time of day. Haven is sitting at one of the tables, nibbling on a taco as Milo walks over to join her.
She has no idea I’m watching.
That I’ve been following her.
Stalking her.
I spit in my palm and start stroking myself. In my mind, I’m not here in this disgusting car. I’m behind her at that picnic table, forcing her head down as I fuck her from behind. Making Milo watch. Makingeveryonewatch as I claim what’s mine.
Good Wolf is distraught.“You’re destroying everything you’ve built!”
Bad Wolf is howling at the fucking moon.
My breathing grows ragged as Milo reaches over and grabs her wrist. She pulls her hand away, but not fast enough.
Not. Fast. Enough.
