Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl #1) - Leia Stone Page 0,35

legs. “Please go home,” he said. “Don’t make me rip their eyes out.” He gestured to the men who were now watching Sage dance.

My blood went cold.

Sawyer Hudson was jealous. I would smile, but there was no humor in his voice and I thought he might actually be serious. Alpha males were known for being territorial with women they were dating, but this was next level. I couldn’t even be looked at? Just because I was one of fifty women he was dating?

Anger flared inside of me and I pulled away from him. “Why did you drop photography?” I yelled.

Regret crossed his face. “My mother made me. Said it would interfere with getting into med school.” He looked embarrassed and I actually laughed at that a little.

“Future alpha lets his mom tell him what classes to take?” I winked playfully.

He normally liked my humor, but right now he wasn’t smiling, he was watching the men in the circle around us and then looking back at my dress, his gaze bouncing to my thighs, my cleavage, my neck. His eyes flashed yellow again and he pressed in on me one more time.

“Please … go home, Demi.” His voice was thick with his wolf and I frowned, crossing my arms in defiance.

“Why?”

He took a deep breath, leaning into my ear, his lip caressing the lobe. “Because you’re mine, and if I have to watch these guys look like they want to fuck you any longer, I will go insane.”

Shock ripped through me.

You’re mine.

Okay, that was normally such an annoying male wolf thing to say, but on Sawyer’s lips it was hot as fuck.

I swallowed hard and nodded, genuinely afraid he would hurt someone now. His wolf was close, I could smell it.

“Sawyer, what the hell!” Meredith’s shrill voice cut into the song and I turned away from him, from her, from all of it. I just grabbed Sage’s hand and left the bar more confused than when I’d gotten there.

The next three weeks and six days passed by painfully slow. Sawyer had quite literally gone on a date with every single eligible female here at school but me. I would say he was ignoring me, but every time I saw him he went out of his way to walk over and say hi. When I was eating alone or in the library, he plopped right down next to me and asked how my day was going. He also left comments on all of my Instagram photos and genuinely seemed interested in my art. It was … infuriating. Why couldn’t he just be an asshole so I could get over him? Instead, he was traipsing around campus with the entire female school body. Every single girl wore full-on clubbing attire until Sawyer picked them for a date. Then they went back to their regular Barbie clothes, which were just a step down from clubbing attire.

Me? Oh, I’d had Raven mail me my prized custom t-shirt collection, and currently I was wearing Single but not interested. It matched my fishnets and jean shorts look.

I didn’t give a fuck anymore. Sawyer could pick me tonight for dinner, as it was the last slot open, and I wouldn’t even change. That’s how much I didn’t care. But seeing as though it was 4:30pm and I was in the developing lab, processing my negatives, I might not even say yes. I clipped the 8x10 pictures I’d taken of Sage up on the drying line with more force than was necessary and checked my phone for the twentieth time.

Obviously it was too late! He was going to skip over me like an asshole and cut me from the top twenty without even giving me a chance.

What a hot and cold asshole. One second he’s all possessive and the next he isn’t into me.

I was so mad, I barely registered the knock at the door.

“Room’s taken!” I growled.

They knocked again.

Ugh. Taking off my apron, I crossed the room and pulled the blackout curtains closed before opening the door.

My tongue went dry when I saw Sawyer holding a dozen red roses and wearing a black suit and tie.

“Hey,” I said stupidly.

His eyes roamed my body, starting at my Doc Martens, up my fishnets and then resting on my shirt, where he grinned.

“I hope that’s not a message for me?”

Fuck. Why did I wear this?

I crossed my arms. “Saving the best for last again?” There was more hurt in my voice than I intended and I regretted it, because his playful