Page 99 of A University of Betrayal

Even if it meant more pain. I wouldn’t be living there anyway. The campus, as stupid as it was, was my home now. The fact that I was as good as homeless didn’t make it any better.

“It’s already occupied.”

My hands balled into fists.

“By who?”

“By my family.”

Alarik and I turned around.

There was a guy standing there. Not justanyguy. It was Nash’s stopgap for me.

“Hunter Jones,” I murmured unenthusiastically. I was boiling inside.

How could Alarik allow another family to move into this house?How on earth...And Dad hadn’t even said a word.

More anger rose up inside me. I would have to talk to him.

“Julian Bardot.” Hunter grinned, and it didn’t even seem hostile, more amused.

“Did you follow us?” I wanted to know, because even though Hunter was the calmer and more reasonable type of person, I didn’t trust anyone here.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t cause any trouble,” he laughed.

Was he serious?

“Why would I?” I replied, unimpressed.

“You’re not part of the pack, and you’re still hanging around on our territory.”

One point for him. Members took it seriously when there were intruders who disrupted the order. Only I wasn’t planning on staying long.

“Do you think I’m here to test Nickolas’ patience?” I joked dryly.

“You’re already doing that anyway.”

“He’s my guest, Hunter,” Alarik said, and I looked back at him.

I didn’t need his protection.

As if an angel had heard my request, his phone rang, and he retreated apologetically.

“Listen, Hunter. I’m only here to see how my sister is doing. I have no intention of causing any trouble, nor do I pose a serious threat.”

“Hey” He slapped me on the shoulders in a friendly way and I didn’t know how to respond. “I never intended to expose you.” Somehow, he sounded sincere. “I guess I was just curious if you were more like howNashor howEmelydescribed you.”

I started moving and Hunter walked beside me. He definitely had more muscle mass than me. I wonder how much he worked out. The width of his shoulders didn’t make me doubt that he could beat me in a competition.

Senseque were able to build up more muscle mass more effectively when they transformed regularly. The mere thought was frustrating.

“I’d be very interested to know how Nash describes me,” I remarked suspiciously and my conversation partner grinned.

“You’re supposed to be very cocky and irresponsible.”

“Oh, yeah?” NowIwas the one who had to grin. “Someone seems to know me better than I know myself.”

“Don’t hold it against him. You haven’t had anything to do with each other for a long time.”

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