Alpha Knight (Wolf Ridge High 2)

He kisses my neck and probes my entrance with his finger. When I tighten, he moves away, exploring my clit, instead, until my breath gets labored, and I’m writhing on his lap. Then he gives it a tap, like a little spank, and pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to lick.

I grab his wrist and try to pull it down, horrified someone might see and guess what he’s been doing, but he’s really freaking strong. I don’t even budge him. He smiles around his fingers at me, eyes looking silver in the dim light.

“I definitely want more of that,” he says.

I scramble off his lap, way too horny for a high school dance. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“You can run, but you can’t hide.” Bo murmurs, his pirate smile in full bloom, eyes winking with mischief.

Damn him for being so attractive.

Damn him for getting under my skin.

I escape before he does any more damage.

Bo

I have to stay in my seat for a minute until I can get my cockstand under control. Then I head out the back doors for some air. I pull out my phone and check for any messages from Winslow.

“Hey, isn’t that guy one of the Wolf Ridge ballers?”

Shit.

It’s a football player from Cave Hills.

What are the chances of me being recognized here? We’re in helmets and matching jerseys. I shouldn’t be that easy to pick out.

“Yeah, it is.”

“He came with Sloane McCormick,” another helpful teammate offers.

“No shit.”

The team strolls over, their alpha—because humans have alphas, too, even if they don’t understand pack dynamics—in the lead.

I sense the aggression in them right away, and my wolf snarls, but I hold him down.

This is one of those instances Coach lectures us over and over about. We don’t fight humans. It doesn’t matter how stupid or annoying they are. We have to suppress the urge to show our dominance.

Because, of course, we would dominate in any fight. No human could stand a chance against our superior strength.

If I were smart, I would turn around and walk into the school right now.

Find Sloane. Ask her if she wants to go home.

But my wolf won’t let me tuck tail and run. I may not be able to fight, but I sure as hell can’t hide.

I lean against the brick wall and watch them come at me, their chests puffed for posturing. “What’s up, assholes?”

Their leader grabs a fistful of my shirt and bangs me against the wall.

I have to concentrate to let my muscles go slack. Not to give into the instinct to swing at him.

“Really? You’re calling us assholes? I think you’re on our turf, tonight.”

“Nah. We own the goddamn state, dickwad. It’s all my turf.” It’s stupid, I know. Coach Jamison would have my balls for goading him, but I can’t help myself. These guys are such clowns, strutting around like peacocks.

He swings, and I duck. His friends move in fast, though. They pin my arms while he beats on my ribs a few times. I could throw them off me. It would be so easy. I could crush all three of these little fuckers, but this is one of those moments I take one for the pack.

We can’t always come out on top—the human world would get suspicious.

He clocks me in the face, and my mouth fills with blood. Either a tooth got knocked out or went through my lip. It doesn’t matter—I’ll heal within an hour or two.

What does matter, though—what bothers the fuck out of me—is Sloane choosing that moment to walk out.

I shove one of the guys off me to free my right arm, even as I try to talk myself down.

I’m saved from having to punch one of them, though, when Sloane marches over, yelling, “Get. Off. My. Boyfriend.”

My muscles go loose again, and I grin like an idiot.

The alpha holes will have a heyday with this when I tell them.

Saved by a girl.

A human girl.

The ugly-ass leader’s lip curls with fury. “This is your boyfriend?” He throws another punch, but I dodge. “You said you had a boyfriend back in Detroit.”

“I did. Until I met Bo.”

Huh.

I don’t know what she’s playing at, but I’m enjoying the hell out of it. She’s claiming me as a boyfriend now?

She must really not like this asshole.

He throws another punch, and I start to dodge, but at the last moment, change my mind and let it fall. It hits my jaw.

“Stop it!” Sloane screams. The genuine alarm in her voice gets my wolf riled up like he needs to protect her. Of course, it’s me she’s screaming over. “Let him go!”

“Why would you go out with this guy?” He shoves me, which throws off the balance of his friend pinning my arm. “Don’t you know he’s from Wolf Ridge?”

Sloane’s dislike is evident now. She glares at the guy with pure disgust. “I’m sure that means something to you, but you forget, I’m not from around here. It means absolutely nothing to me.”