Page 51 of Savage Desire

Tonight took a deeper turn than anticipated. It seems there is more we need to handle than we initially thought. Lincoln will be ecstatic.

“My diary does what now?” Polaris blinks at me, her eyes wide as she spirals over the information I just threw at her. I sense it a moment before it happens, when she starts shaking her head, tightening her arms around herself as she takes a step back. “That’s not possible.”

Denial.

The quicker I nip this in the bud, the better.

“I can show you.”

She scowls, lips twisting in confusion. “Show me?”

“We can add it to the to-do list,” I reply with a shrug before I turn for the door. I feel her eyes on me, hear her heart pounding from here, but it’s only when I reach for the door handle that she moves a step in my direction.

“You’re making me dizzy,” she mutters as I pull her door open before turning to face her with a pointed look on my face.

“That makes two of us. Now, let’s go,” I grumble, heading out into the hall with her diary and pen in my grasp.

I can’t stay in there any longer. Not with her bed just… there.

Her innocence is alluring, but her fire is intoxicating.

She feels openly, unafraid to show the world what she cares about, and I’ve never found myself standing in someone’s presence like that. Watching my brothers worry over her, in one way or another, was the perfect excuse for me to continue burying my head in my family's business, but that changed.

Today, I think. Or it’s been building over time and I’ve refused to acknowledge it.

“Wait for me,” she calls out, the click of her bedroom door shutting behind her echoing through the small space, but I don’t slow my pace as I take the stairs two at a time, trying to discreetly rearrange my dick the best I can before we reach the first floor.

I don’t come to a stop until we’re outside, the sand soft beneath my boots. She appears at my side a moment later, swooping her hair back off her face as she glowers at me.

“Thanks for waiting,” she huffs, and I bite back the amused grin threatening to take over my face.

Firecracker.

I wave for her to follow after me, not acknowledging her clear irritation. We walk side by side in silence as we head along the witch’s path, but it’s when we turn left at the fork instead ofturning right toward the main academy building that she speaks up.

“I’m aware we have some things to discuss, but I’m starving. I need to eat before I deal with any of this,” she states, stopping dead in her tracks.

I turn, walking backward instead of grinding to a halt. “We can eat at the wolf dorms.” Her lips part as her eyebrows gather, and I can sense her disapproval instantly. “It will just be us. Well, me, you, Minnie, Lincoln, Tatum, Wylder, and a shit ton of pizza. Which is going to get cold if we don’t hurry up.”

Her scowl grows deeper as I turn around, facing where I’m heading, and a few seconds later when she realizes I’m serious, she shuffles to my side.

“Will I get my diary back?” she asks with a sigh, and I shake my head.

“Did you miss the part where I said they’re reading what you write?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she retorts, rolling her eyes as if what I’m saying is impossible. Is she forgetting the world she walked into?

“And when you see it? What then?” I ask, peering at her, and my steps instinctively slow as I take her in. She nibbles on her bottle lip, worry morphing her features as she stares at the ground.

A primal part of me wants to pin her to the ground and make her understand, make her listen, make her see that I’m trying to help her, but I don’t think she’s going to appreciate that approach. Not that my wolf cares. He’d rather fuck some sense into her, especially when she pouts those damn lips instead of giving me an answer.

Fuck.

No wonder the guys have been going feral for her. Now that I’m paying attention,reallypaying attention, I can’t help but wonder what the fuck I’ve been doing instead.

The wolves’ dorm nears, the familiar silver glistening under the shine of the moon. Polaris’s steps grow softer, more weary as we take the wood-chip-covered path off the main walkway. The exterior of our home has a lot more foliage in comparison to the witches’. Maybe it’s for our wolves, I’m not sure, but it makes me relax a little more.

I don’t waste any time opening the door, waving for her to step inside. She makes it two steps before she stops, gaping at the interior. I was waiting for that.

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