Norman:
"I’ll go shower. I didn’t even clean up when I got home. You chose to go and sleep in the guest room," I mumbled, annoyed that she didn’t want to spend time with me but would rather have me sit with Jessica.
’And before you say anything, I’m not jealous that she didn’t want to. I just wanted to comfort her since I heard she’d been pretty devastated after my arrest.’
I told my wolf to shut up before he started rambling again.
’I didn’t even say anything,’ he chuckled, and I grunted.
"By the way—I didn’t think you’d cry for me," I said, turning to watch her grimace at me.
"I didn’t. I was just pretending to make others think ’oh, she’s crying for her mate,’" she was such a terrible liar.
"In fact, I was like ’maybe this arrest will make him decent,’" she added with an eye roll, somehow really starting to get under my skin.
"So you didn’t care? Then why did you—hug me?" I asked, my eyes narrowing at her. If only she were smarter, she’d notice the look on my face.
"To make—Emmet jealous," she said, and the way my heart dropped, I felt like a criminal.
"Oh," I nodded.
"So you broke all the stuff and everything just so you could make him jealous?" I asked, my tone serious.
"Yeah," she shrugged.
I just kept staring at her, feeling that weird fire rise inside me.
"Hmm, well, I was missing Jessica a lot too. Her touch—her kiss," I sighed as I placed my hand on my chest.
"Good, as you should," the force she put behind her words made me nod in understanding.
I didn’t know what was going on with me. I wasn’t jealous. Just disappointed. But why? I didn’t know.
’You don’t want to admit it,’ my wolf spoke up.
"Anyway, I’ll shower and change—and then we can discuss if we should reject each other before or after your battle with Dariius, since the full moon is on the same day," I reminded her that we were going to reject each other—just in case she thought I was catching feelings or something.
’I don’t think she even thinks you’re catching feelings.’ Of course, my wolf wasn’t on my side. ’But are you?’
I ignored him again and watched Helanie’s face for a reaction.
"Oh, I want to say after, but that would mean I’m being too cocky about winning," she sighed as she dropped down into the chair.
I noticed her neck—I don’t know why—but she had such a perfect neck. I remembered how good she smelled when I marked her.
’Be careful, our sleeping soldier might wake up,’ my wolf warned, and I instantly looked down to check on my pants before grunting at him.
’I’m not a pervert. And she’s not even that attractive,’ I hissed at him.
’Is she not?’ he asked, and my eyes sneakily lingered on her face again.
She had such a beautiful and perfectly sculpted face with gorgeous eyes that I couldn’t lie again.
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’A she-wolf is able to hurt the stone-cold Norman? That is news,’ my wolf kept going but I had a plan in mind.
Norman never loses.
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