Page 62 of Step Alpha

Like Abe putting me on the ballot for Homecoming Queen, I feel like Wilde must be screwing with me here. Making me fall for him only to have the whole school laughing at me.

Or maybe this is to punish his dad for marrying my mom.

Like afuck the stepsisterrevenge. Or even afuck the stepsisterfetish.

And yet, even with that terrible danger hanging over me, I’m not strong enough to tell him no.

I crave his attention like I crave my next breath. He’s making me feel special. Worthy, for the first time in my life.

Dangerous feelings, I’m sure.

Devastating, probably. But worth the risk. I can’t turn away from this offering.

Wilde taking care of me. Making me sandwiches. Buying me birthday cakes. Kissing me. Getting me off. Staking some kind of claim on my body.

I love it way too much.

I finish both sandwiches and lick my fingers. Wilde’s already mowed through his food, and he watches me now then reaches out to snag my wrist. He pulls my fingers to his mouth and sucks each one.

Every time he does, my pelvic floor lifts and squeezes.

I’m helpless with this guy. My body responds no matter what he does.

He takes the plate from my hand. “Time to drive, jellybean. Why don’t we go and see your human friend?”

“Who, Lincoln?”

Wilde’s scowl makes me draw back. “Bailey,” he snarls. “I thought Lincoln was just your tutor.”

Oh.

Oh.

All this time I thought Wilde didn’t like me hanging out with a human because it hurt his reputation. Suddenly, a new thought enters my mind.

He’s jealous.

That’s why he freaked out over the birth control pills, too. Wilde can’t stand the idea of me being with any other guy.

The thought leaves me breathless.

“I’m not interested in Lincoln,” I assure him. Not that he deserves my reassurance. It’s more for Lincoln’s safety. “We’refriends. Lincoln’s not interested in me, either.”

“What makes you think that?”

I shrug. “He just doesn’t give off the vibe. We’re firmly in the friend zone. Nothing more.”

“I will kill that kid if he touches you.”

I would laugh at the ridiculousness of Wilde’s possessiveness, except I know it’s no joke. Male wolves can get hella territorial.

So I lean forward and give him my most defiant stare. “You will be nice to him because he and Lauren are my only friends.”

Shockingly, it works.

Wilde sits back. Blinks a couple of times. Seems to absorb my request.

“Fine.” He stands from the sofa. “As long as he doesn’t touch you. Now get your shoes on. We’re going driving.”

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