Alpha Knight (Wolf Ridge High 2)

I’m pretty sure we don’t want all these luxury cars sitting out where people can see them. Especially not if this going to become a regular thing.

Fuck.

What is Winslow into now? This could sink us all.

I don’t move as the driver pulls the truck around back and unloads the car.

I don’t move when Legs pays the guy cash from a wad she pulls from her back pocket.

I still don’t move when she makes her way back to me.

“Sloane,” she says.

It takes me a beat to understand she’s answering my question from days before.

Right. Because now she wants something from me.

Only because the moon is full tonight, she might get it.

I stick out my hand. “Bo.”

Her handshake is firm, and the moment my skin touches hers, I feel a little drop in my stomach—like when an elevator comes to a stop.

“Are you the only one around today?”

My dick punches against my zipper, even though I doubt she’s suggesting anything. Still, her sultry voice and those long, long legs have me at a disadvantage.

Damn moon.

I play it cool, though. “Mmm hmm. Why?”

She glances around. I know she’s about to ask for a favor, I’m just not sure what flavor it will be. When she does, it surprises me.

“Can you teach me?”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t know. The basics. How to change out an engine, or something.”

I snort and take a step forward into her space. I pick up a lock of her thick copper hair and twirl it around my finger.

I’m surprised when she doesn’t immediately toss her head to free it, but then, she wants something.

“I get it, Legs. You want to cut Winslow out of the situation. Learn to do this on your own.”

Actually, that’s not a bad idea.

This girl has the potential to ruin our lives, but as the younger brother, I’m not strong enough yet to challenge Winslow on his shit. And I’m not low enough to rat him out to pack elders.

She rubs her lips together. They are full and soft—definitely kissable.

Except I’m not imagining kissing them. I’m imagining devouring them. Biting, sucking, twisting my mouth over hers until she gasps for breath.

“There’s no situation,” she maintains.

Okay, so that’s how we’re playing this.

“Did Winslow make some dire threat if you bring me into this?” Of course he did. My brother may go off half-cocked most of the time, but there’s one thing our mom drilled into him—keep me out of it.

She needs one Golden Boy.

There’s a flicker behind her eyes. A hesitation. I’m guessing she’s not sure how to play me. Let me in to build trust or keep pretending, even though we both know it’s a lie.

I wait because I’m curious. Fuck that, I’m downright fascinated with this chick. None of her makes sense. She’s a total enigma. Rich hottie from Cave Hills is stealing cars and putting the hustle on people? It shows intelligence and ingenuity.

But I also scent a whiff of desperation in her.

This isn’t a bored, white rich girl entertaining herself with jacking cars.

There’s need wrapped in there. Some kind of trouble at the base of it.

But what could it possibly be?

She goes for acknowledging the lies with tone of voice. “Again, don’t know what you’re talking about.” She catches my hand at her hair to stop the twirling, and once more, I experience the elevator drop.

Fucking full moon.

Wolves aren’t supposed to get this horned up over humans.

“I’ll pay you.”

I don’t know why that makes my dick hard. I think it’s the husky way she says it, like she’s some rich socialite offering her pool boy money to put suntan lotion on her back. Or whatever the cliche is.

I can’t stop the upward twist of my lips. “Yeah? How much?”

I watch the calculation in her eyes and expect a low-ball. “Hundred an hour.”

I bite back the splutter of surprise. Well, I guess it makes sense—she just got the proceeds from the Porsche. She’s reinvesting her income.

“Winslow shows up, he’ll kick your ass.”

Now I see a flicker of a smile on her lips. She knows I’m going to say yes. “I’ll take my chances.”

I shrug. “Brave for such a small thing.”

She snorts. “Only you could call me small, Muscles.”

I smile down at her. She looks up at me. We’re having a moment—which is not what I wanted here. This girl is total trouble, but I’m drawn like a magnet to metal.

“I’m probably gonna get my ass kicked for this,” I say because if Winslow catches me, it’s me he’s going to whup.

“Come on.” I lead her to the garage to grab a few tools and hand her a socket wrench. “You’re going to do the work. I’ll supervise.”

A soft gust of air comes out of her. Almost a chuckle. “I’ll bet you’ll like that, too.”

“Telling you what to do? You know it.” I lead her around back. I can’t pop the hood on the Mercedes because it’s crushed closed, so I use the jaws of life and pry the fucker off. We’re not repairing this car, so it doesn’t matter, anyway.