“We should go!” I told Sage, yanking her arm again.
She pulled me on the dance floor with surprising force, ignoring my plea. “Don’t worry! He’s faking that he is into all these girls because he has to.Trust me,” Sage said.
She had no idea. No idea what went down with the vamps, and no idea what I was or that he’d dropped his class to escape me.
Fuck it.
Sage was right. Screw planning my every minute around Sawyer. I was here to have fun and I wasn’t going to let him being on a date with another chick bother me. Turning my back to him, I started to dance. I mean, full-on pelvic thrusting, rolling my body with the music as I threw my arms up in the air to music and let my hair whip around.
“Yes, girl!” Sage screamed in laughter as I gestured to her and shook my boobs at her, causing her to laugh. Dancing with girlfriends was always the best, you didn’t have to worry about them hitting on you, and you didn’t have to worry about being an idiot. I just let go of everything, let go of what I might be, of Sawyer, of all my stress. I moved my body to the music and owned that dance floor, rubbing up against Sage with my butt as she smacked it and laughed.
Zero. Fucks. Given.
A bunch of guys had started to form a circle around us, cheering us on and ogling like the stupid assholes they were, but we didn’t care, we just kept on dancing. This music was my jam and I was living my best life.
When I spun in the air, I risked a glance behind me, searching for Sawyer, and my wolf rose to the surface when I noticed two yellow eyes standing twelve inches from me.
I skidded to a stop, heart pounding in my chest either from dancing or the fact that Sawyer was a mere foot away from me.
“Uh … hey,” I huffed, panting.
He blinked, eyes flashing from yellow to blue. His gaze flicked to the guys standing in a circle watching us and his jaw clenched. He leaned into me, pressing a hand at my lower back and pulling me into him. When his lips grazed my ear, heat traveled down my spine and settled between my legs. “Please go home,” he said. “Don’t make me rip their eyes out.” He gestured to the men who were now watching Sage dance.
My blood went cold.
Sawyer Hudson was jealous.I would smile, but there was no humor in his voice and I thought he might actually be serious. Alpha males were known for being territorial with women they were dating, but this was next level. I couldn’t even be looked at? Just because I was one of fifty women he was dating?
Anger flared inside of me and I pulled away from him. “Why did you drop photography?” I yelled.
Regret crossed his face. “My mother made me. Said it would interfere with getting into med school.” He looked embarrassed and I actually laughed at that a little.
“Future alpha lets his mom tell him what classes to take?” I winked playfully.
He normally liked my humor, but right now he wasn’t smiling, he was watching the men in the circle around us and then looking back at my dress, his gaze bouncing to my thighs, my cleavage, my neck. His eyes flashed yellow again and he pressed in on me one more time.
“Please … go home, Demi.” His voice was thick with his wolf and I frowned, crossing my arms in defiance.
“Why?”
He took a deep breath, leaning into my ear, his lip caressing the lobe. “Because you’remine, and if I have to watch these guys look like they want to fuck you any longer, I will go insane.”
Shock ripped through me.
You’re mine.
Okay, that was normally such an annoying male wolf thing to say, but on Sawyer’s lips it was hot as fuck.
I swallowed hard and nodded, genuinely afraid he would hurt someone now. His wolf was close, I could smell it.
“Sawyer, what the hell!” Meredith’s shrill voice cut into the song and I turned away from him, from her, from all of it. I just grabbed Sage’s hand and left the bar more confused than when I’d gotten there.
* * *
The next threeweeks and six days passed by painfully slow. Sawyer had quite literally gone on a date with every single eligible female here at school but me. I would say he was ignoring me, but every time I saw him he went out of his way to walk over and say hi. When I was eating alone or in the library, he plopped right down next to me and asked how my day was going. He also left comments on all of my Instagram photos and genuinely seemed interested in my art. It was … infuriating. Why couldn’t he just be an asshole so I could get over him? Instead, he was traipsing around campus with the entire female school body. Every single girl wore full-on clubbing attire until Sawyer picked them for a date. Then they went back to their regular Barbie clothes, which were just a step down from clubbing attire.
Me? Oh, I’d had Raven mail me my prized custom t-shirt collection, and currently I was wearingSingle but not interested.It matched my fishnets and jean shorts look.
I didn’t give a fuck anymore. Sawyer could pick me tonight for dinner, as it was the last slot open, and I wouldn’t even change. That’s how much I didn’t care. But seeing as though it was 4:30pm and I was in the developing lab, processing my negatives, I might not even say yes. I clipped the 8x10 pictures I’d taken of Sage up on the drying line with more force than was necessary and checked my phone for the twentieth time.
