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He rubs his cheek against my neck. “Scenting you,” he growls. “So everyone in your fucking class knows you’re mine.” He grins down at me wildly before surprising me again by licking up the damn side of my face. “For good measure. Be a good boy, Camden. Remember. We’re always watching.” With a wink, he spins around on his heel and takes off, leaving me standing there stunned as hell.

“What the fuck...” is all I can think.

I’m walking on air, unable to keep the damn grin off my face as I make my way into the building.

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My hand is tightly clasped in Lee’s as he guides me through the crowded stands. I’m dressed in our school colors like he is, both of us wearing Brooks’ jersey as well as his number painted onto our cheeks.

Henley met me after class and brought me back to my dorm where he stayed with me as I showered and got ready. He gifted me the jersey, told me I had to wear it, and here we are.

I hate being in crowds, but there’s this part of me that wants to be here for Brooks. And well, I didn’t really have a choice. I’ve learned not to argue with Lee, he just ends up getting his own way regardless.

Keeping my eyes on him, I follow as he brings us to our seats. Right near the team's bench.

“These are really good seats.” I tell Lee as we sit down.

“Perks of having your alpha on the team.” He winks. Something tells me that's not the only reason. They run this school, and I don’t think anyone would fight them on where he could sit. One look from him would have someone jumping to their feet to offer him theirs.

My eyes scan the stadium, taking in everything around me.

Cheers from the crowd have my eyes snapping over to the tunnel. The team comes jogging out and the crowd gets louder.

Biting my lip, I look for him. When my eyes lock on Brooks, my heart beats a little bit faster.

He looks so fucking sexy in his uniform. He has a massive smile on his face, waving to the crowd with his helmet in his other hand. His brown locks bounce with every step he takes, giving him this boy next door charm. Brooks is no boy next door. He’s more likely to break into your house and kill the boy next door.

My stomach sinks as I remember the other night. The way the man's hand felt on me, touching me when I didn’t want to be touched. Bile builds in my throat.

I’ve been so distracted by everything with the guys, I haven’t allowed myself to think about what happened to me.

“Hey, you okay?” Henley grips my chin.

“Sorry.” I croak, eyes welling with tears.

His eyes flick between mine. “Are you thinking about it?” I don’t have to ask what he means. He knows. I nod, tears breaking free.

His lips are on mine in a second. His touch soothes the hurt inside me and I lean into his touch. Our lips move together soft and slow, but it’s everything.

“Better?” he murmurs against my lips.

“Yes.” I breathe.

“Good. Anytime you need to forget about it, just let me know.”

“Thank you.” I swallow hard.

Leaning my head against Lee’s shoulder, we watch the guys warm up.

“Hey, Cam,” Jamie grins up at me, waving.

“Hey,” I wave back. I look over to Lee. “I’ll be right back.”

Henley doesn’t look too pleased, but he doesn’t say anything.

River might want me to stay away from people, but I’m not going to. Jamie is my friend. My only real friend. My best friend. I’m not giving that up. I’ve already had to give up so much in my life, I deserve this little piece for myself.

“Hey.” I say again as I join him on the field. I’m probably not supposed to be down here, but I don’t think anyone is going to say anything to me.

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