Flawless 9

Chapter 9 

Chapter 9 

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I closed the door softly behind him, but my heart was anything but soft. It pounded like a drum, ricocheting in my chest and rattling my ribs. 

Leaning against the door, I slapped my hand over my mouth to muffle the gasp trying to escape. 

What the actual hell just happened? 

Drew had pinned me like I was his prey. He had one hand over my mouth while his body was flush against mine. I should’ve been terrified. Maybe I was. 

But the worst part? 

I liked it. 

My skin still buzzed where his palm had pressed. My lips tingled with ghostly memory. And the heat pooling between my thighs hadn’t cooled at all. 

Why was I reacting like this? 

I didn’t know him. Not really. He was sharp–edged, intense, the type of guy who could burn you without even trying. He didn’t flirt, but he prowled. He didn’t smile… he smirked like a devil who knew your secrets. 

And yet, when those piercing blue eyes locked on mine, everything in me went quiet. 

I groaned, stumbling toward my bed like a newborn deer and collapsed face–first onto the mattress. My hair puffed up into my eyes and I coughed, practically suffocating myself on my own clumsiness. 

“Get it together, Becca,” I mumbled into the sheets. 

This wasn’t one of my cheesy romance novels. This was real life. Drew wasn’t some tortured vampire prince with a tragic backstory and eternal devotion. 

He was a man–whore with muscles and a temper. And I literally saw him hooking up with that Barbie doll tonight. 

Right before I saw… the thing. 

The werewolf. 

My stomach twisted. 

I curled up on the bed and stared at the towering stack of books beside me. Books were safe. Books didn’t pin you to walls or make your knees shake with one low whisper. 

Books had rules. 

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Werewolves followed fated mate laws. Vampires only bite when you wanted them to. Fairytales might have monsters, but at least they made sense. 

This? 

This was chaos wrapped in danger and topped with way too much testosterone. 

Still… when Drew whispered “Shh… they’ll hear us,” I melted. My whole body had reacted like he’d spoken a magic spell. I could still hear it, looping through my mind like a sinful lullaby. 

I pulled the blanket over my head. 

Maybe if I fell asleep, I could convince myself I imagined all of it. I counted sheep until I drifted off to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning, groggy, and emotionally hungover. My dreams had been a tangled mess of lips, abs, and whispers that set my soul on fire. 

I dragged on my oversized hoodie, which said “Reading is Sexy” in glittery letters, and shoved my feet into bunny slippers that squeaked every time I moved. 

I crept out of my room, clutching a book to my chest like it was a protective talisman. My plan was simple: find coffee, avoid Devon, and stay invisible. 

Easy. 

I tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to make noise, especially near Devon’s door. The last thing I wanted was to see his creepy eyes before breakfast. 

A gust of wind swept in from an open window at the end of the corridor, making the white curtains billow like ghosts. The cold breeze helped wake me up, and I walked over and stared through them. 

That’s when I saw her. The girl from last night. 

She stood outside in the driveway with a man who looked like he bench–pressed trees for fun. He had the same platinum blond hair like hers and the same rigid posture. 

Without thinking, I bolted. 

My slippers squeaked as I pounded down the stairs and flung open the front door. The wind whipped my hoodie back as I ran full speed toward them. 

The man noticed me first. His eyes narrowed like steel blades. “We’ve got company,” he muttered. 

The girl turned, and her perfectly manicured brows shot up. Her sharp brown eyes traveled down my body, from my bedhead to my nerdy hoodie to my ridiculous bunny slippers, and she frowned. 

I stopped a few feet away, panting and red–faced. 

“You must be young Rebecca, the man said, folding his arms. His voice was gruff and laced with authority. 

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“I–I am,” I gasped, trying to stand upright without passing out. “Sorry. I just needed to talk to her.” 

I pointed at the pretty girl, who was now staring at me like I’d crawled out of a sewer. 

“Me?” she said, her voice laced with frost. “But I don’t know you.” 

“I know. But I saw you… in the woods last night. I followed you. I wanted to know if you saw anything weird out there…” 

The words tumbled out of my mouth before my brain could stop them. 

Walter, the tree man, snapped his head toward her. “What? Mika, is this true?” he barked. “Were you in the woods last night?” 

Mika’s eyes widened. “Father, she’s lying. I was in the library all night.” 

His nostrils flared. He growled low in his throat and before I could react, he struck her across the face. 

I gasped. 

“I can smell your lies, young lady,” he snarled. “Stay here. I need to speak with the Alpha.” 

He stormed off, and I stood frozen, unsure whether to run or vomit. 

What is with the men in this place? Did they have to solve everything with violence? 

Mika slowly turned to me, her cheek already reddening. Her gaze burned into mine. 

“Are you happy now, you little bitch?” she hissed, stepping into my space. 

“I–I didn’t mean-” 

“Save it. Look what you caused,” she spat, her voice venomous. “He never hits me in public. That’s how much you pissed him off.” 

I blinked, unsure what to say, Guilt churned in my stomach, but before I could apologize again, she lunged. 

Her hand wrapped around mine and she bent my fingers backward. 

“Did you see me with him?” she asked, and I knew exactly who she meant. 

“Drew?” I whispered. 

She bent my fingers more. Tears formed in my eyes as my bones were near to cracking. 

“Say his name again and I’ll break your hand, she snarled. 

“I–I won’t tell anyone what I saw you two doing.” I squeaked. 

“You better not. You’re just a pathetic little nerd in a world you don’t belong in.” 

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She let go just in time as Devon, my mother, and Walter were walking up the path. 

“Mika,” Devon said coolly, “your father told me you were out in the woods last night.” 

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“Yes, Alpha,” she said smoothly, bowing her head in submission. “I went for a walk after I finished studying.” 

He raised a brow. “And did you see my stepdaughter?” 

“No, Alpha.” 

“Strange. She says she saw you. And you didn’t see, hear, or smell her approaching?” 

My eyes went wide. I looked down and sniffed my sleeve. What did he mean by smell me approaching? 

Do I not have a scent? Is that bad? 

Devon stared at her, then turned as a car pulled up in the driveway. 

“Perfect. Your ride is here,” he said. “Enjoy college life, Mika.” 

“Thank you, Alpha.” She gave him a sweet, practiced smile. Then hugged her father. “Goodbye, Father. I’ll see you over Christmas break.” 

He helped her into the car, and the driver loaded her bags. As the car pulled away, I breathed a sigh of relief. 

Suddenly, I felt something strange on the back of my neck. 

A tingle. Like someone or something watching me. 

I turned slowly and my eyes drifted up to Drew’s bedroom window. 

My breath hitched when I saw him standing at the top floor window, shirtless as usual with his eyes locked on me like a storm ready to break. 

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