"Is that what we're calling sex now?Meetings? Because god knows it's not me you're fucking these days." I was snappy. It couldn't be helped. He'd stood me up for our morning run twice this week already, and four times for our evening run. That evening run was the only way I could sleep more than a fewhours at a time, unless I had someone to fuck in the middle of the night.
Which I basically never did, these days.
Jonah lived in the villa, and couldn't ever be more than five minutes away from the Alpha I consistently fantasized about murdering. He was also in love with her, though he wouldn’t admit it to any one of the three of us, so he and I hadn't gotten anywhere near sexual since he won the Beta challenges.
"You know I'm not with her," Jonah said, completely unbothered by the accusation. "She hasn't asked, and I'm not going to be the one to bring it up."
Why was he unbothered?
He should've been angry, at the very least, that I would even accuse him of touching someone other than me.
Iwantedhim as angry as I was.
Iwantedhim possessive and furious and dragging his tongue over the small battery tattoo on my neck, telling me I was his, while?—
Fuck.
I was being too specific.
Why was I thinking about Niall again?
I had to stop comparing Jonah to my ex.
I hit the Beta with a burst of my magic, and all he did was run faster.
That was another shitty byproduct of our potential fated mate bond—my magic gave him more energy, instead of hurting, shocking, or irritating him. I sent most men straight to their knees, or hurtling toward a wall at the very least, with the intense energy that buzzed inside me constantly.
Instead, I was powering him to be an even better Beta for the Alpha I wanted to murder.
My sister-in-law was right about me being unhinged.
"How would I know you're not with her? You spend literally all of your time together. I've seen you talking. Laughing. Flirting."
"You know it's not official, Zap."
He always called me Zap. Like the energy drinks at the Werewolf Cafe, which was owned by my sister-in-law who happened to be his best friend before he became the Beta.
Jonah and Kat had grown apart now that he was with Gwen all the time. I was trying to stop that from happening to us too, but it wasn’t working very well.
I skidded to a stop, and Jonah once again grabbed my arm to prevent me from toppling over.
I could've caught myself if he didn't.
Probably.
I jerked my arm away from him for the third time. "It doesn't matter." He and I were technically just friends.
Even calling usfriendsfelt like a stretch, at this point.
We hardly talked.
Mostly, we just ran together and listened to complicated fantasy books that hooked Jonah but weren’t anywhere near romantic enough for me.
I was pretty sure he was just using me as an excuse to get a break from his responsibilities.
It had been five months since I realized that we were fated when I found out that my magic gave him energy instead of sending him stumbling away from me.
Five months of waiting for him to get tired of playing Beta.
