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I aim the shotgun right at his chest but find it impossible to pull the trigger.

I can’t kill Wilde,I tell her frantically.He’s my stepbrother now.

Do it, she urges.Or you’ll never sleep in peace again.

Wilde leaps with a snarl. Now is the moment. It’s either kill or be killed. But I don’t do it. Instead, I allow Wilde to tackle me to the ground and eat me whole.

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Wilde

I can’t sleep on a fucking couch. I don’t even fit on the damn thing. The indignity of it rankles me to my core. But it’s not the couch that really gets under my skin.

It’s the damn runt. Her scent is still on my palm.

Rayne.

I can’t believe she’s sleeping in my room, in my bed, right now. It’s about as wrong as things could get.

What’s more…what was up with her coming to the door in her panties?

It can only be because I spent a night in jail not sure if I’d ever see freedom again that my cock got hard when I saw her.

I reach down and arrange my junk. I’m still sporting a semi, which pisses me off. I don’t find Rayne even the slightest bit attractive.

She’s defective. Probably not even full shifter. My wolf would never want to mate with someone like her.

Still, I have to admit she looks better than when I saw her last. She still has that nose piercing, but her hair is a normal color and not punked out in all directions anymore. It actually looked…well, I wouldn’t say pretty, but decent.

Pretty if you didn’t know she was defective. The heart-shaped face. The big blue eyes. Bowtie mouth.

And those legs…

For someone so short, she has long legs. She definitely knows how to use them. The way she strutted out of this room could slay a room full of human males. She also has decent tits. She’s the right proportions. At least she has that going for her. Did her nipples get hard for me?

No, I must have imagined that.

But I can’t stand that her scent is all over me now. Curling up in my nostrils, infuriating me with each breath. It makes my wolf snarly and aggressive.

Fuck, what if my new sibling is just like her? Defective and weak. Small and helpless, like a human?

I turn over angrily, adjusting the pillow beneath my neck. My cock twitches, like it’s still interested in knowing what’s under those panties Rayne was wearing.

I refuse to touch it. There’s no way in hell I will stroke myself off thinking about Rayne the Runt.

I’d rather die.

ChapterThree

Rayne

I wake up from my dream just before Wilde tackles me. I’m covered in sweat, my heart racing, and my mouth wet with saliva. The skin around my nose ring itches. I throw off the covers, yank on my pajama pants and creep out to the shower. It’s a school day, which means I have to be ready early, so my mom can drive me to school on her way to work.

Like the homes of all the wealthier citizens of Wolf Ridge, Logan’s house is up on the mountain at the edge of the forest. It’s not on the school bus route, and I don’t have my driver’s license yet–a fact that’s been a constant source of tension since we moved in.

I shower quickly, worried the whole time that Wilde will have to use the bathroom and be pissed that I’m in it.

But I shouldn’t have to live with this much anxiety.

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