Page 4 of Hell Kissed
I stand slowly, and as I walk to their table, a mantra of good vibes and calming energy circles my mind.
Don’t punch him in the dick. Don’t punch him in the dick. Don’t punch him in the dick.
My sneakers squeak when I stop at the empty chair at Kyvain’s side. Without a word, I lower my bag to the table, but his hand flies out fast. He shoves the bookbag from the surface, and it hits the old tile floor with a solid thud.
“Seat’s taken. Sorry, Rice,” he says with a cruel smirk on his lips as he mispronounces my name like we haven’t been in school together since second grade. His fingers tap the desktop, his large family ring glinting like a constant reminder of his status in our pack.
The wolf in me stirs. That’s truly our problem…myproblem. I’m no different than any other girl in this pack, but my wolf is. And they know it. The beasts in them recognize the beast in me, and for some reason she isn’t like the others. She doesn’t bow to social norms. She doesn’t care about respect or alphas.
She will fuck Kyvain’s perfect little egotistical world up. And she doesn’t give a shit that I suffer her consequences.
Maybe that will change with time. Maybe once she and I bond tonight, I’ll no longer be a target for assholes like Kyvain.
“There are only three of us.” I try not to roll my eyes, but the chair next to Calvin has two backpacks slouched in it, and it’s becoming very obvious that they’ve intentionally waited for me to take this seat.
Or try to, at least.
“Seat’s taken. I don’t know what you want me to do about it.” His striking blue eyes that are so similar to his father’s look up at me.
I don’t look around. I don’t dare let him think he’s as superior as he acts.
Even if he really is.
There are two shoving, conflicting emotions warring inside me. One is my own—that’s the nervous side.
And the other… the other is the wolf who likes to get me in trouble. That’s the I’ll-kick-your-ass-and-I-don’t-give-a-fuck-what-your-daddy-has-to-say-about-it side.
My wolf didn’t get the memo about us possibly being rejected from the pack who took us in out of the kindness of their hearts. No, she doesn’t give a wolf’s furry ass about rejection.
“Do you want me to move the chair to the other side?” I suggest with a sugary sweetness I don’t feel, striving to be the good little peacemaker I know I should be.
“No.” Kyvain shakes his head slowly, a ruthless glint in his blue gaze. “You know what I want, Rice-a-Roni.” He nods to the right, but… nothing’s there. Just an empty aisle between work desks.
I shrug, confusion pulling at my brows.
What. Does. He. Want? Just get it over with already!
“Be a good girl andsit,” he says with a sharp curve of his lips.
Calvin snorts under his breath, and it dawns on me that Kyvain wants me to sit on the floor at his side.
Like a dog. Like the whore he often calls me.
A current of anger rises up, and a growl hums at the back of my mind as I stare at the asshole in front of me.
“Sit,” he hisses once more, the air of alpha authority he likes to lord over me filling his harsh command. Someday, he’ll probably take over his father’s position and lead the pack. What will happen to me then?
My heartbeat thrashes, and that nervous, kind side of me that I cling to so hard is quickly stomped over by the wolf that hides deep inside. She refuses to obey, and the demand he expects me to follow rolls off my shoulders like water as I ignore him.
His eyes flash for the direct slight, and I can practically feel his own wolf bristle and snarl at the insubordination.
Fuck him.
“It’s sad really,” I say without thinking.
“What is?” Kyvain snaps.
“That tiny dick syndrome causes so much aggression in men like yourself.” Sometimes I surprise myself with my bravado, but ages of being bullied will do that to a person.
