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I glare down at her, my lip curling back from my teeth. “Who the fuck are you?”

CHAPTER TWO

Vienna

“Whothefuckareyou?”

I scowl at his tone, folding my arms over my chest. “Vienna Vega, who the fuck areyou?”

“You know who I am,” he scoffs cockily. “You knocked onmyfucking door.”

Of course I know who he is, I’m not an idiot. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give this arrogant bastard the satisfaction of acknowledging that.

Chase Walker, the new Alpha of the Norbury pack. I’ve seen him before from a distance, but never up close like this. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t nice to look at. He’s just as big as the other alphas, but not quite as bulky- though the sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up to the elbows and from the taut muscles of his forearms, it looks like he’s well on his way. He’s got a jawline sharp enough to cut stone and eyes so dark I could drown in their depths, framed by dark lashes beneath his furrowed brow. His chocolate brown hair is messy atop his head, peeking out from under the hood of his sweatshirt, though somehow his lack of grooming only adds to his rugged appeal.Damnit,I hate that I’m instantly attracted to this douchebag.

His reputation precedes him. Even before he was thrust into the role of Alpha when his dad passed a couple months ago, Chase was known to have a big ass chip on his shoulder. And from what I hear, since his father’s death he’s been insufferable.

I roll my eyes hard in response to his arrogance, cocking out a hip. “I’m not here for you,” I say with the flippant wave of a hand.

His eyes drop down my form, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You sure?”

The fucking nerve of this guy!He’s still standing in the doorframe blocking my entry, taking up the whole damn thing. Seriously, does this dude have some form of giantism or something? He’s fucking massive. I’m only five foot two, so I’m used to most people being bigger than me, but if Chase doesn’t get out of my way soon I’m going to strain my damn neck from the effort of looking up at him.

“Is that Vienna?” I hear my friend Fallon ask from somewhere inside, footsteps quickly approaching. Her blue eyes peek from around Chase’s hulking form, meeting mine before she swats at his arm with the back of a hand. “Let her in, Chase…”

He begrudgingly takes a small step aside, but his dark eyes don’t leave mine. It feels like they’re searing a hole through my fucking soul.

I look away before he can steal a piece of it.

“Thank you, Fallon,” I breathe, stepping forward to cross the threshold into the packhouse. Chase is still blocking most of the doorframe and I feebly attempt to shoulder his big ass body out of the way as I pass. The dickwad doesn’t move, forcing me to rub up against him as I squeeze past. As expected, he’s a wall of solid muscle- though I try my best to ignore the way his body feels against mine. Right now, my annoyance outweighs my attraction, and that’s saying something.

I swear Chase presses closer into me as I squeeze by, narrowing the gap, and I snap my head up to glare at him. I’m met with a cocky grin, dimples sinking into his cheeks on either side. My heart stutters in my chest.Damn, I’m a sucker for dimples. Why does he have to have sexy as hell dimples? My wolf suddenly perks up, thoroughly enjoying the close proximity with this mountain of a man. If it were up to her she’d have me humping his leg right about now.

Nope. I don’t need his drama. I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.

I grunt in annoyance as I squeeze past Chase, springing free on the other side and taking in the interior of the packhouse. It’s huge, as expected, but it’s also incredibly stark looking, with dark walls and furnishings and very little in the way of décor. You can tell that a bunch of dudes live here- this place is starved for a woman’s touch.

It stinks of stale alcohol and weed; the surfaces cluttered with evidence of a rowdy party. Two people are hard at work with trash bags and cleaning supplies, trying to get the mess under control, but they’ve got their work cut out for them. Though I’m sure they’re being paid handsomely for their service, I don’t envy them one bit.

“C’mon,” Fallon urges, waving for me to follow her.

I feel the weight of Chase’s stare on my back, goosebumps rising from my flesh in response, but I don’t turn around to meet his eyes again. Instead, I follow Fallon away from the main area of the packhouse, stopping when we reach the open door of an office.

“Vienna’s here,” Fallon announces as she steps inside, gesturing for me to enter behind her.

Gray is seated behind a large desk at the rear of the room, a folder of documents spread on the surface in front of him. “Hey, Vee,” he mumbles in greeting as I enter behind Fallon, not looking up from the paperwork he’s perusing.

“Alpha Gray,” I reply respectfully, pausing in the doorway.

Gray and I are familiar with one another- hell, I’d even venture to say we’re friendly at this point. I’ve been close with his mate, Fallon, since the two of us were in the same class of recruits going out for the squad last summer. Even so, I’m trying my best to remain professional today, given the purpose of this meeting that I requested with him.

I’ve made it a couple of steps into the room when Gray finally glances up from the desk. “Sorry we had to meet here. I’m knee deep in trying to sort through Vaughn’s shit.” He gestures to the chairs in front of him on the opposite side of the desk. “Have a seat.”

I do, and Fallon falls into the chair beside me, turning sideways and throwing her legs up over one of the arms. She looks totally relaxed, in complete contrast to me- I’m sitting rigidly on the edge of my seat, swallowing past a lump in my throat as Gray returns to the paperwork and a heavy silence falls over the room.

“So you want on the squad, huh?” he finally asks, closing the folder in front of him and looking up at me.

Fallon must’ve tipped Gray off about why I wanted to meet with him. There goes the speech I was practicing.

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