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VIOLET

I zipped away from them in my wolf form. Their snarls followed me, but I kept my focus forward, loping as fast as possible.

Rubbing all over their bodies sounded like heaven . . . I whined and sank my claws into the dirt to help speed me up. I’d never let it go further than physical. Mates we may be, but everything they’d done showed me they didn’t deserve me.

With my awkward gait, I didn’t doubt they’d catch up with me quickly if I went through the woods. I careened around one of the homes and dirt kicked up under my claws. I used the structures lining the path as shelter. Another benefit to going through the back, I avoided people. Following my nose, I trekked back to the pack house. Scents were overpowering, but I narrowed in on the smell of leather. Graham’s scent. A whine crawled from my throat. Now I knew why his scent was mouthwatering.

A howl echoed from behind me as I loped up the front steps. Maggie jumped up from the couch.

“Violet!”

Adan gripped her shoulder, keeping her away from me. My wide stride didn’t break and I was soon in front of my bedroom. I shifted, hurried inside, and slammed the door behind me, locking it.

Slumping against the door, I leaned all my weight on it. Screams echoed from outside and I stiffened. A thump against the door jolted me.

“Go away,” I screamed. A growl reached through and sent a shiver through my body. Another slam followed, so hard a fissure cracked across the wood. My grip slipped off the handle.

“If you keep that up, you’re going to hurt me!”

Silence met my declaration, but at least the banging stopped.

“Open the fucking door,” Whitlock snarled.

“Violet,” Graham’s voice echoed. “Open the door.” His voice held an extra push that I normally heard in an Alpha’s order. I narrowed my eyes. But instead of having the urge to follow orders from two wolves much more dominant than me, it fueled me with disbelief.

“No,” I retorted petulantly.

A short growl was my response.

“Open the door,” Graham gritted out in a softer tone, but no less aggressive. The corner of my lips twitched but I quickly smoothed my expression. “Please,” he tacked on.

I took stock of my situation. I was naked, propped against a door and I couldn’t stay this way all night.

“You have to promise you won’t try anything.” Growls. “And I’ll hear you out.”

I could feel them deliberating. “Being difficult will only make things worse,” I added.

“I agree to your terms,” Graham finally said.

“Both of you, Whitlock.”

“Fine,” he snapped.

“One second.” I experimentally let go of the handle and backed up to grab my gray shorts I liked sleeping in and an oversized shirt. I pulled my hair out and it settled around my shoulders in a mess.

Opening the door, I backed up as two nude, angry werewolves shoved inside.

“You promised.” I held up my hand like that could stop them. “Don’t disappoint me again,” I choked out.

They reacted like I’d struck them, but they didn’t try to get closer. They stood next to each other, looming over me. I had to crane my neck to look up.

“What do you want?” I wrung my hands in front of me.

“What do you mean ‘what do I want?’” Whitlock snapped.

I glared. “You don’t need to be a douche about it.”

He scoffed and shoved his hand through his hair, making the blond strands stick upright.

“We need to discuss what we’re going to do.”

“ You two need to discuss what you’re going to do,” I grumbled. “Aren’t you here because your sister is going to be the Luna of this pack?” I raised an eyebrow at Whitlock.

“That’s not going to happen?—”

“Stop,” I shouted, cutting Graham off. His eyes thinned into a little sliver. “I need space.” They didn’t even twitch. “We will need to talk, but not right now.” Still nothing. “I could have left here without you knowing,”

They both stiffened and Graham’s jaw ticked. “But I didn’t, and I’m not planning to.” No, when I left them, I wanted them to be aware of it.

“So can we put this on pause for tonight?” I crossed my arms like I could contain the hurt in my chest. Whitlock’s attention dropped to my breasts pushing over my arms. “Stop staring at my boobs.”

My libido perked up. His lust was tangible and the warmth blooming in his gaze—I bit my tongue and the sharp pain allowed me to snap out of my needy haze.

I shoved at them. My hands lingered on Graham’s golden skin and Whitlock’s tattooed arm. I glared and pushed again. They finally relented, backing up.

“Good night Alphas,” I snapped and slammed the door in their stupid faces.

I slid down until my butt hit the cold ground. I groaned and thumped my forehead on my knees.