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Theo shrugs, unruffled. “Fair enough. But let me let you in on a secret, no guy wants to be callednice.”

“And why is that?”

“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘nice guys finish last’? Nice guys never get the girl.”

“Yes they do,” I scowl. “Some girlslikenice guys.”

Theo shakes his head, a mocking smile on his lips. “Nah. At the end of the day, even the nice girls want the bad boy.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. Talking to this guy is pointless.

Apparently, he takes my silence as an admission. “Youdo, don’t you?” Theo teases.

“What?” I scrunch up my nose in disgust. “You? No. Absolutelynot.”

“Please,” he scoffs. “I saw the way you were looking at me when I shifted. Like you’ve never seen a dick before.”

My jaw drops at his lewd comment, eyes thrown wide.

Theo pauses, eyes narrowing. “Wait a minute, have youneverseen a dick before?”

“I’m a shifter,” I blurt. “Of course I’ve seen a…you know what.”

Theo laughs, throwing his head back. “Oh my god, you can’t even say it!”

My face flushes hot and I squeeze my arms tighter across my chest. I wish the ground would open up underneath my feet and swallow me whole.

Theo’s still chuckling when he returns his gaze to mine. “Have you ever touched one?”

“Shut up!” I yell. The anger rising in my chest is bringing my wolf forward- she’s agitated, ready to tear through.

“Calm down, I’m just messing with you. I mean, I already pegged you as a virgin.”

If looks could kill, Theo would be a goner. I stare daggers through him, gnawing on the inside of my cheek as I feel the sting of tears forming behind my eyes.The frickin’ nerve of this guy!

“Goodbye, Theo,” I huff, turning away from him and stomping back on the path.

“Wait… come on, I was messing around!” he calls after me, but I don’t look back and he doesn’t follow.

Angry, embarrassed tears spill down my cheeks as I take off in a sprint back in the direction of the squad complex, away from Theo, away from his nasty comments.

He’s nothing but a jerk. An alpha-hole. A DICK.

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Theo

I can’t stop thinking about that interaction with Brooke in the forest. I was just ribbing her a little, I didn’t mean to actually upset her. It’s not like me to have a crisis of conscience, but… she looked like she was gonnacry.

I don’t know why I feel so shitty about it, why I’m letting it bother me. I’m laying in bed, scrolling through the Spotify playlist she sent me, when something occurs to me-I have her number. She let me text myself the playlist from her phone.

I navigate to my messages, finding the one with the Spotify link. After saving it into my contacts, I open a new message and… have a staring contest with my phone for the next five minutes.

Fuck, what am I gonna say to her?

Sorry for calling you a virgin?

I settle on something simple.

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