Page 232 of A University of Betrayal

It was a miracle he hadn’t gone after Miles yet.

“Why is he getting so close to you? Doesn’t he know that one bite is enough?” Mica asked quietly next to me.

My gaze drifted to his fists.

“This one is harmless. He just likes to provoke.”

My words didn’t seem to calm Mica down much. He seemed to be new to this situation and I also knew how things worked in Russia when a Ruisangor appeared near the pack.

The Russian pack had survived a bloody war against the Ruisangors in Europe and Russia only a decade ago, as I had learned at the last dinner with the Rolanows. Dimitrio had made his hatred clear. He would destroy them.All of them.

Miles followed Noah, albeit keeping a very large distance. Then Noah took the ball out of Cody’s hands, while everyone else in our group gave each other suspicious looks.

Not one of us was comfortable with this.

Miles thought he could make me white-knuckle by joining the team, just invading the pack without being part of it. If he only knew how much he actually succeeded.

Normally, Ruisangor did everything to avoid us. But he was a reckless idiot.

My brother would do anything to get him off the team. Not only was Miles one of our hated rivals, he was obviously endangering Nash’s position on campus and on the football team.

He skillfully caught the ball Noah threw to him, careful not to jump higher than the guys in the pack and… he actually managed to catch all the balls, even when Noah threw as hard as he could.

I realized I had too much anger inside me, that I was scraping my foot on the ground too hard in order to get rid of this concentrated amount of emotion.

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Mica growled unenthusiastically next to me as we watched Miles’ next athletic catch.

“A fool,” I snorted.

By now, Miles had also attracted the attention of some of the girls standing around, which wasn’t surprising considering he was a Legacy Ruisangor.

As he caught the ball again, our eyes met. A triumphant smile spread across his lips. The same exact smile he had worn during the lecture.

Idiot.

I crossed my arms tighter to show him that I was unimpressed by his attempts. All he did was catch a ball with his miserably handsome body. He might have been able to impress all those naive human girls with that, but definitely not me.

I realized he wasn’t trying to impress me. He wanted to see me suffer because he thought he was better. He thought he could get away with anything, have it all, after scoring two percent better than me. But there were limits. Even for the richest people in town.

As if Nash had read my mind, he took off his T-shirt and threw it on the grass.

“Prove to us that you canreallybe a part of the team without embarrassing us.” His guys laughed, but Nash narrowed his eyes. “Don’t think I don’t know what your intention is.”

I wanted to grin, because I knew they were about to teach him a massive lesson. Miles noticed my hint of levity. His jaw visibly tensed, making it appear even sharper than before.

Suddenly he grinned again.

“My pleasure, Copeland,” he laughed, glancing briefly at my brother, then at me, as if he were only talking tome.

My face stiffened.

I didn’t want him to see how unsettled he made me feel, especially when he unbuttoned his black shirt and took it off, revealing his very defined torso.

He wasn’t as tanned as my brother, or the others on the team, which unexpectedly had its own charm.

I was about to curse myself for this ridiculously naïve thought when he turned to place the clothes on the edge of the field and I caught black ornaments of a tattoo on his back, but he was too quick, so I only saw the shoulders that were just as defined as the rest of his upper body.

My gaze moved on to the necklace of pale cool gold dangling around his neck, its black pendant also set in gold and adorned with a golden rose.