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She takes it like she was made to withstand my wrath. Her nails find my back, and she leaves her mark on me, too. I squeeze her tits together and draw both nipples into my mouth at once, biting cruelly.

An image of fucking her tits as she licks the crown of my cock takes hold, and I want it, almost as badly as I want to be buried inside of her knot deep.

I’m seconds away from making it a reality when she tenses beneath me, going so rigid it feels like she’s turned into a human statue beneath me. Then I am torn off of her.

Matt shoves me against the wall, angrier than I’ve ever seen him. He is shouting something in my face, but he’s too close for me to catch what he’s saying, and at that volume, it is just a blur of vibration in my ears.

Erin is next to him, attempting to pull him away from me. Cam and Blake join in, and eventually, a spitting mad Matt is pushed across the room and held there.

“What the fuck?” I say.

Matt says something and points at Erin. I follow his gesture, taking in her appearance. Blood is still smeared over her lips, and my marks are all over her visible skin, probably beneath the now-lowered thin shirt, too, already turning purple in places. The vision of her makes me want to pin her to the bed and finish what we started. Which isn’t an option with the guys in the room.

Matt signs angrily, ‘Get your shit, you are rooming with Blake.’

I laugh as my gaze shifts to Blake, but he doesn’t correct him, his face grim. Hell, even Cam looks pissed, like I shit in his Wheaties or something.

‘Let’s go,’ Blake signs.

CHAPTER 13

Erin

Blake and Cam usher Riley from the room, and I press my fingers to my swollen lips. I can still taste him on my tongue. And I can smell his sweet chocolate chip musk in the air. My insides still crave what he could give me. The overflowing violence in him answered an anger I didn’t know I had. But now that I know it is there, I need to release it.

“Are you okay?” Matt whispers from near the dresser. He's tense, gripping the wood at his back.

I blink at the ground, focusing on his feet. My tongue swipes over my lower lip as I think of how to answer him. Am I okay? No. But it has nothing to do with what Riley and I were doing. I haven’t been okay since I overheard my parents fighting about selling me off to the highest bidder. That night changed my entire life. And I am angry about what was stolen from me.

Especially with the four of them here in the present, in living color—not only ghosts of my past but specters of the now. Alphas I want, but can never really have, because to them, it is my fault I disappeared.

“I would be better if I at least got to orgasm,” I reply, without meeting his gaze.

“He was hurting you. Shit, Rin, you have bruises all over your neck.”

I run my fingers over the marks I know are there because they pulse with the blood close to the surface.

“Not the only place he left bruises.” I shrug. “And I was enjoying it, Matt.”

“He was taking his anger out on you,” he says as he steps closer.

“I know. But this blood on my lips, it’s his, because I was doing the same fucking thing. I’m not your innocent little Rinny anymore, Matt. Time changed me. Fuck, you four changed me.” I throw my arms out to encompass the dorm room. “And those three, they want to break me. I can see it in their faces. So let them, because it can’t get any worse.”

“Rin–” he says. I flick my eyes up to his, and he swallows. Hard.

“Next time, Matty, don’t play the knight in shining armor. Either join in or ignore it.”

Not that there will be a next time. His face crumbles, and I know I’ve cut him with my words, but I hold steady. I can never really have him, not without the rest of the pack, and they don’t want me. They want to punish me, but they don’t want to keep me.

So, I guess we are all going to go down in flames this time. Because if I’m going to burn, they will, too.

After Matt left me alone last night, I searched high and low for my battery operated boyfriend. But the pink appendage is missing. I need to put it on my to-do list to buy a new one.

If last night taught me anything, the time for hiding is done. So, I gather up my stuff for a shower and exit my solo room. Cam is at the small kitchen table, and he looks up from the books spread over the surface when I come out. He doesn’t say a word, but his eyes track me all the way to the hallway.

Blake’s door is open, and I glance inside to see him on his bed, his back propped against the wall, his guitar on his lap as he strums the cords. He does a quick once over before I turn away and enter the empty bathroom. I’m not sure where Matt or Riley are, and honestly, it is none of my business.

It is freeing a little bit to decide there is no future for us. And the dream I harbored once I saw them again, of them realizing who I am, and sweeping me up into their arms with soft promises of keeping me safe and never letting me go…it was just that. A dream.

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