Page 175 of A University of Betrayal

I couldn’t overreact. There were people here.

“Your sister is fine. She just bruised her arm after exercising too much.” He paused, and his look turned disdainful. “She seems to be making an effort, which no one here would have expected from the Bardots.”

Everything in me fought not to smack him.

“Why are you such a…”

Nash interrupted me without restraint. “I’m not the one who tucked his tail and cowardly ran away.” He laughed, and it sounded bitter. “How could I?” Something on his jaw twitched slightly. “Duties. You have fucking duties as a future Alpha, Bardot,” he finally pressed out.

I snorted tensely and took a step back. No matter what turns this conversation could take, I didn’t see any good ones. Nash had become a stranger. We were both strangers.

I looked at him, but he’d long since stopped looking at me and was instead staring across campus, where Mady had just stepped out of the main building and was walking toward the library with a book under her arm. She was wearing the same dark gray hoodie as last week, and her hair was now stringy and tied back in a bun. She was no longer wearing make-up, and it seemed to me that her skin had become more unclean, which of course I could only be imagining.

Yesterday morning – better later than never – I had expressed my condolences and apologized for Mia after she had asked where my sister was. All I had been able to say was that she had a lot of stress at school at the moment. And lying to her like that was unpleasant and felt wrong.

Blood In The Cut

K.Flay

A loud cheer snapped Nash and me both out of our stupor, and we turned to the big oak tree on campus.

I spotted Nash’s guys standing there, clapping their hands in the air. Not all of them, just a few. Most of the guys clapping were men I didn’t know.

More people were watching what was going on when I finally spotted Emely standing there, motionless and...

“Who the hell is this guy?” I asked tensely.

Everything about the situation aroused suspicion inside me, and my fists still hadn’t relaxed. And it didn’t get any better when I spotted the tall, muscular, handsome blond man with the massive bouquet of roses in his hand marching toward Emely.

My jaw dropped when he held out his hand for hers and held the roses out to her with the other.

“Mikhail Rolanow,” Nash pressed out dismissively, and I looked at him.

I finally knew the reason for his tension.

“What does he want from her?”

I turned my suspicious eyes to the spectacle and almost froze when he took her hand and planted a kiss on it. Everything in me wanted to intervene and confront this man.

“Her hand,” Nash growled.

His eyes had turned yellow, just like mine, and he seemed to have to stop himself from sprinting off straight away.

Shock rolled over me like an avalanche as the rules and principles of the pack flashed through my mind. I remembered Hunter’s words.

“Father invited his family to marry her off,” Nash continued.

I looked at Emely, who accepted the bouquet with flushed cheeks. We’d known each other so long by now that I knew that blush meant she was more than uncomfortable with the situation.

Anddamn it,everything in me wanted to help her, so my body finally took on a life of its own and I started to move. Nash pulled me back, and I looked at him with furrowed brows.

“What are you doing?!”

“You can’t go there. As much as it bothers you, you’re not part of the pack.”

The accusation hit me harder than I expected and fueled my anger.

“I don’t give a shit!”

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