Page 115 of Tainted Romance

It is Allie after all. If I had got to choose my mate, I would have picked her, but, instead, I'm stuck with Miss Bitch.

"You changed your, um, look," Zane stuttered.

"Just dyed my hair, and it isn't a big deal." She tilted her head to the side. "Surprised you noticed."

"Have to be blind not to."

"Right. Well, we should get going. Unless," she glanced between Ebony and I, "You two want to make out again?"

I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Didn't think so. So, can we go now? I want a smoke before class. Bye, Zane." She strolled off, and I was about to follow her when something snapped in Zane, and he strode off after her. Leaving me with bitch face.

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ALLIE

I felt him before he even touched me. His fingers wrapped around my upper arm pulling me to a stop.

"Ok, did I miss something?" He looked deep into my eyes, but there was nothing there to tell him. This time I was playing it smart and that meant keeping my emotions in tight.

"Not that I know of."

"Since when did you smoke? And start dressing…" his eyes ran down me, "Like this?"

"I made some new friends." Lies. "But does it really matter, because it isn't any of your business." I stared him down. "Now, if you don't mind, I need a smoke, have a few texts to reply to, and then a class to be bored by."

"I mind."

I arched my eyebrows. "Why?"

He went silent, but the emotions played across his face so clearly. "I don't want you getting in the wrong crowd?"

I cracked a grin. "That's cute. You actually pretend to care. Don't worry, Zane, I'm a big girl and can look after myself," I stood up and whispered in his ear.

I pulled my arm from his grasp.

Then turned around and walked off. Students parted as I strolled down the hall. Maybe I should have changed my look earlier.

Chapter Forty-eight

“Try harder.”

I glared back at Jace. “I am trying.”

“Not good enough.”

“Do you want to help me or not, because right now you are just annoying me.” I crossed my arms.

Jace sighed and began to pace the large empty hall we were in. It was one of the many empty rooms of the large house dad and Jace lived in. They had offered for me to move in but we all agreed, in order for me to keep up my ‘not knowing,’ I should be living at home.

As much as it sucked, mom just cared about what the pack thought of her. Why else would she agree to let them do this to me?

“It’s been weeks, and you still haven’t changed.” Jace frowned. “Maybe your wolf is too damaged.”

I sat down in the middle of the room, bringing my knees to my head. “Wish it was dead around Zane. He still manages to bring the wolf out of me.”

“Is it a pulling?”

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