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A child of the system, Giselle had only ever wanted one thing... a family. But the price for her dreams might be more than she bargained for.
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She came up on Asher leaning against the front grill of his truck, looking damn sexy with that devil-may-care attitude and the deadly combination of icy eyes and dark hair. Seriously, a look like that should be outlawed. The things he could do with just a glance! It made her knees weak just looking at him. And she had the pleasure of spending the next hour-ish with him. Alone. Be still, her heart. It raced as his gaze lifted and those irresistible eyes met hers.
She tried her best to keep cool, while avoiding making a scene by tripping over her own feet. “Where are we heading?” At least she managed to sound calm and collected.
Asher crossed his arms, looking as if he were planting himself in the spot. “I didn’t say we were going anywhere.”
“It’s lunch. I’m starving. Aren’t you? Full moon is coming soon.”
He shrugged. “I have control over my hunger.”
Of course he does. They all do. “Well, I don’t. I didn’t grow up with wolves. Never got the nutrition lessons.”
Slowly, almost lazily, his eyes traveled the length of her body. Not in the way she’d hoped, though. Judgmental. If a simple glance could be such; but disconcerting all the same. She might not have been rich, or even from a real family, but she was worth his time. Maybe she was reading too much into it. With the full moon’s pull so strong, she was likely reading things with too much emotion thrown in. Still, though, the silence between them was unnerving.
When he finally spoke, she’d almost forgotten the conversation, lost in her own insecurity.
“You need meat.”
“Funny how everyone keeps saying that.”
“It’s a fact, and one I can see you’re in desperate need of. You’re weak.”
“I am not!”
“Let me guess. You’re emotional, defensive, and probably exhausted right now, correct?”
A little, but she was always this way around that time of the month. Giselle shrugged.
“Too much crap food. Not enough rest, and definitely lacking in red meat… lots of it!”
“Whatever. I’m more than just a carnivore.”
“You could be vegan for all anyone cares, but the wolf is a predator and a carnivore, so deal with it.”
To hear him talk like that was odd. He should be on the junk food bandwagon with the rest of the highschoolers. But Taylor and Di had said similar things. Maybe it really was a wolf thing, and she’d never had someone to teach her the importance. “I’ll deal with my carnivorous nature when you hop in that truck and take me to a burger place.”
Asher laughed, genuinely, for what was probably the first – and maybe the last – time. When he wasn’t being a jerkoff, he was really damn cute. Especially with that super wide smile that revealed all his teeth. If she hadn’t known he was wolf, she might have thought him a vampire for the sharpness of his canines.
“You’ve got some Alpha in you, has anyone ever told you?” His tone might have been playful, but there was a serious edge to the question.
“Yeah, Martina.”
“That’s why she wants you.” He scoffed and jumped into the truck. “Get in.”
She tried her best to keep cool, while avoiding making a scene by tripping over her own feet. “Where are we heading?” At least she managed to sound calm and collected.
Asher crossed his arms, looking as if he were planting himself in the spot. “I didn’t say we were going anywhere.”
“It’s lunch. I’m starving. Aren’t you? Full moon is coming soon.”
He shrugged. “I have control over my hunger.”
Of course he does. They all do. “Well, I don’t. I didn’t grow up with wolves. Never got the nutrition lessons.”
Slowly, almost lazily, his eyes traveled the length of her body. Not in the way she’d hoped, though. Judgmental. If a simple glance could be such; but disconcerting all the same. She might not have been rich, or even from a real family, but she was worth his time. Maybe she was reading too much into it. With the full moon’s pull so strong, she was likely reading things with too much emotion thrown in. Still, though, the silence between them was unnerving.
When he finally spoke, she’d almost forgotten the conversation, lost in her own insecurity.
“You need meat.”
“Funny how everyone keeps saying that.”
“It’s a fact, and one I can see you’re in desperate need of. You’re weak.”
“I am not!”
“Let me guess. You’re emotional, defensive, and probably exhausted right now, correct?”
A little, but she was always this way around that time of the month. Giselle shrugged.
“Too much crap food. Not enough rest, and definitely lacking in red meat… lots of it!”
“Whatever. I’m more than just a carnivore.”
“You could be vegan for all anyone cares, but the wolf is a predator and a carnivore, so deal with it.”
To hear him talk like that was odd. He should be on the junk food bandwagon with the rest of the highschoolers. But Taylor and Di had said similar things. Maybe it really was a wolf thing, and she’d never had someone to teach her the importance. “I’ll deal with my carnivorous nature when you hop in that truck and take me to a burger place.”
Asher laughed, genuinely, for what was probably the first – and maybe the last – time. When he wasn’t being a jerkoff, he was really damn cute. Especially with that super wide smile that revealed all his teeth. If she hadn’t known he was wolf, she might have thought him a vampire for the sharpness of his canines.
“You’ve got some Alpha in you, has anyone ever told you?” His tone might have been playful, but there was a serious edge to the question.
“Yeah, Martina.”
“That’s why she wants you.” He scoffed and jumped into the truck. “Get in.”
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