Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

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?