free for the taking. He was built like Casey but stockier, and his blond crew
cut and cocky expression dredged up memories of the bullies from my high
school days. “My friend here was telling me that you’re the alpha’s little
whore.”
His words cut through the air and drew bile in my throat. My nails
tingled, and I balled my fists to keep calm. It took everything I had to fight
the urge to kick the guy in the balls, and if this hadn’t been Casey’s crowd, I
would have.
The asshole stalked around me, poking and prodding with his eyes. “I
told him no, that can’t be right. She’s a LaSalle.” He stopped in front of me,
and his eyes narrowed, revealing the hate simmering inside them. “And
LaSalles don’t mingle with wolves.”
My heartbeat drummed against my ribs, and my senses heightened. The
rustle of the leaves in the trees, the bead of sweat rolling down my spine, and
the sour-rank stench of these bastards—a pungent mix of BO and cologne
and whiskey that turned my stomach. My head spun. How much tequila had I
drunk?
The other guy scoffed and waved his hand through the air, his movement
unbalanced, his gaze distant. “She’s no LaSalle, Jared. Let her chase
Laurent’s tail. Maybe she likes it doggie style.” With a disgusting expression
on his face, he pumped his hips in a thrusting motion.
I ground my teeth so hard that my jaw felt like it might crack, and my
sweaty palms stung.
“What the hell is going on?” Casey shot forward and shoved the jerk in
front of me. “Jared, get the fuck away from my cousin.”
Jared stepped back and raised his arms in a non-combative gesture.
“Easy, Case. Just getting to know the traitor in our midst.”
Pure, unadulterated rage coursed through me, and my vision shifted. The
sound of the music and the clamor of people talking were suddenly
overwhelming, and my skin flushed. What was happening to me?