Page 39 of Step Alpha

She draws her hand up between us and slowly unfurls her middle finger. “And I say,fuck. You.”

“The runt has a death wish,” Abe Oakley scoffs, walking past us.

I drop Rayne’s elbow like it’s a lump of hot coal. It’s one thing to manhandle her at home. Here at school, I’m setting a standard for how she can be treated. I’m a mentor now, as Coach just pointed out.

“Get your ass out on the field, Oakley,” I snarl.

Abe’s head jerks up in surprise at my tone. He’s known me his entire life. His brother is one of my best friends, so I’m sure he thinks he gets special treatment from me.

He looks like he’s about to argue, but then thinks better of it. “All right.” He shrugs and jogs away.

“You call herruntagain, and I’ll smash your fucking face in,” I say to his retreating back. Shifters hear everything, so I know he didn’t miss it.

“Oh that’s ripe,” Rayne mutters, rolling her eyes.

“And you get your ass in the Jeep.”

I don’t know why I’m insisting. I just sort of love the idea of making her wait for me for hours like a good little runt. I also don’t mind the idea of her watching me out on that field. Or rubbing those tasty thighs over the seats to fill my Jeep with her clean spring scent.

But she’s back to her defiant self. She lifts that little chin at me, eyes flashing. “Didn’t you hear? I said,go fuck yourself.” She whirls on her heel and walks away.

This time, I let her go, a half-smile lifting one corner of my mouth. “Actually, I think you just said,fuck you.”

She lifts her middle finger over her shoulder without looking back.

“You ride home with a human, and there will be consequences.” I keep my voice low in case there are any humans within hearing distance.

“I’m catching the bus, dickwad!” she shouts over her shoulder.

Kids in the parking lot are listening. Basically all of them. We’re quite the subject of interest. I sort of like the attention, despite my initial rage over the two of us being forever linked in the minds of Wolf Ridge residents.

I like everyone seeing how I get under her skin.

I also don’t mind them seeing how she gives it back to me.

Almost as if I’m proud of her for standing up to me. Like I’m helping her prove to the world she’s not as weak as everyone thinks she is.

And if that isn’t the most insane form of thinking, I don’t know what is.

Oh yeah, maybe giving up an entire professional football career for no reason.

That might be it.

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Rayne

Thank fates. Now that Wilde’s living here, having the house to myself is a rare thing, which gives me no time to make my foot porn videos.

I revel in being alone. First things first–a snack. I’m so damn hungry.

I swear, I must be channeling my mom. Just so long as I don’t grow a big baby belly, too, I guess I’ll survive it. I devour an entire box of graham crackers smeared with peanut butter.

Then I head into my bedroom to strip down to my panties and put on some sexy shoes. I set the laptop up on the shelf above the bed for a top angle of my legs and feet. Since I may only have limited time, I record two half-hour-long segments (changing into another pair of shoes and different panties for the second one).

I upload them to drop to my OnlyFans and Patreon accounts, then see what private messages I have in there.

I book private, thirty-minute sessions for five hundred dollars a slot, usually getting a couple a week. The trouble is if anyone else is in the house, I can’t do them. Shifter hearing sucks for family members who want privacy.

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