Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
I’m taken aback.
She keeps talking. “I made a pass at him once, when I was about sixteen, seventeen, but he wouldn’t go there with me. Bro code. Best friend’s sister and all. Couldn’t resist trying with all that confident hot alpha vibe he has goin’ on, you know? But I have heard from someone who knows that he’s bossy in bed in the best way. Still true?”
The door to the bathroom opens and my heart stops.
Because it’s my brother coming in. But his eyes aren’t on me. They’re on Sherry Creed. And while I recognize the look of lust on his face, it’s out of place. He’s here. In the Arcana Falls town hall during Erica Young’s birthday party! Here in this ladies’ bathroom.
“Wyatt?” I breathe in shock.
He’s statue-still, staring at Jase’s sister.
My heartrate kicks up and I feel a little vertigo as I process his presence. How did he get in here? What is he up to? Why is he looking at Jase’s sister like he’s about to rip her clothes off and mount her?
I grab her hand and her eyes dart to me with concern. I’m about to make a move, about to tug her so we can scoot by him to get to Grey as fast as possible, but he seems to shake himself out of what looks like a spell to turn his gaze to me with absolute disgust. He reaches out and grabs my wrist tight. So tight, I’m surprised my bones don’t snap.
Muscle memory kicks in and I avert my eyes and show my neck.
“Oh God, Wyatt,” I whisper. “Please, please tell me you’re not here to cause more problems.”
I dare to glance at his face and his expression sours even further while he pulls his hand back like he’s about to backhand me.
“Cause problems? Are you for fucking real, Stacy?”
“Please talk this out with them,” I request. “I really think there’s an amicable way to deal with this. If you–”
“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, traitorous bitch,” he grinds out. “I’m about to deal with this all right. I’m about to shake things up in a big way. Since you didn’t fuckin’ help I’ll remember your treason when I take this land for myself. The land, the pack, and especially this sweet thing here.” He grabs Sherry by hooking a hand around her neck and pulling her to his body.
“Who the hell do you think you are putting your hands on me?” Sherry demands, hands up and trying to push him away, but he’s not budging.
“I’m the man of your dreams, sweet thing. The one you’ve been waiting for.”
She jerks with shock as he puts his mouth on hers.
I’ve never seen my brother kiss another female. It’s shocking and gross, because he licks her mouth. She struggles and recoils while she wipes her mouth, eyeing the knife in his hand as she does.
Oh no. A knife?
“Excuse me but what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she demands with what looks like false bravado because she’s still looking at the knife.
“I’m about to shake some shit up. And surprise, surprise, you get a front row seat, by my side. Fuck, this is a nice side effect. Never believed in this shit before but yeah, I get it. You’re one lucky lady. I’m taking this place and you…” he points the knife at her “get to be my queen.”
“Wyatt, seriously, please listen–”
His eyes bounce to me with hatred in them. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth. How dare you even speak to me without permission. Not the way I planned to do this tonight, but let’s go end this shit.” Wyatt’s eyes narrow, zeroing in on something on me. “Look at that ridiculous fuckin’ thing on your neck. I should cut it off you.” He points the knife at me with a sneer. “You’ve got a lot of shit to answer for, slut. Spreadin’ your legs for the enemy? And you fuckin’ stink, covered in that scent? I oughta cut that off your throat and make you bathe in bleach to get that stench off you.”
Sherry begins backing up.
“Tyson Savage isn’t what you think, Wyatt. I did what you asked, and he survived, but I found out a lot of things. Things that could help us. If he killed Father, it’s because his uncle forced him. These people aren’t an abomination. They could actually help us. It’s not too late. You could sit down with them and–”
He releases me and quickly switches the knife to his other hand, pointing it at me as he reaches out to snatch her wrist too before she gets past him.
“Definitely too late. And you’ve been no help whatsoever. In fact you’ve been feeding them information, haven’t you? So I’m gonna remember that when this is over. Believe that.”
“What are you going to do?” I ask, horrified.