Page 40 of Legacy Wolf: Semester One (Legacy Wolf #1)

PHELAN

I wasn’t even sure what had become of me. I was once one of the cool kids of my year, and I supposed I still was, but I’d also changed into someone else. Someone I didn’t recognize. Someone who thought it was a good idea to spy on their ex.

Although, was he even an ex? Not really.

Sure, we had been together, and I’d filled him with my knot whenever we could sneak away together, but did I ever take him on a proper date?

No. Shit, we never even had a normal conversation.

The entire thing was a mess, and if I could go back and redo it all, I would.

Or would I? It was nice to live in a fairy tale where I could just be myself and not have to worry about what anyone thought regarding who I was or wasn’t dating. But I couldn’t.

Rawling on the other hand could, and he’d been dating Holden, the TA.

And yeah, I called him “Holden, the TA” and not just Holden because he’d found a way to incorporate his job into every conversation I’d ever heard him have.

And that was all it was… a job. It was nothing close to the big deal he tried to make it out to be.

But here I was spying on them. I waited until Holden and Rawling were closer before pushing open the door and walking outside to where they were about to pass by.

I wasn’t a stalker in the learn people’s schedules and be all creepy about adjusting mine to it kind of way.

I was, however, an opportunist, and I hated it.

And it wasn’t even about Holden, although I wished he wasn’t in the picture. It was about Rawling.

I missed him. And it was selfish as fuck to even think that, given when I had him, I never once treated him the way Holden did.

By all accounts, Holden should be hiding their connection.

He was a TA and there were power dynamic issues that could easily get him in trouble with the school.

But still, he walked side by side with Rawling out in the open pretty regularly now.

Sure, they weren’t holding hands or sneaking kisses—at least none that I saw, but they did the flirty accidentally brushing into each other thing, and there was no way anyone looking at him didn’t think they were together.

Unlike with me, Rawling wasn’t his dirty little secret, and I was jealous as fuck while at the same time being pissed that things hadn’t been different.

It took me a minute to realize the two of them were walking straight back to Phoenix House. Which was good, because it didn’t feel like I was being a creepy loser, even if I probably was. As they reached the front steps, they stopped to chat, and I pretended like I’d just been heading home.

“I’ll meet you at the car,” Holden said as I excused myself and walked around them. “You’ll love Kylie’s Burgers.”

I went inside, hating myself for following, then listening, and now thinking I needed to go grab a burger at Kylie’s. Maybe I could go and sit at a nice table beside them, and then Rawling would tell his date that he had other things to do and get up and join me instead.

Yeah, that wasn’t how that would work. I’d follow them, look like the jackass that I was currently being, and nothing good would come of it. And still, I wanted to go. I wanted to watch Rawling laugh at whatever witty thing the teacher’s pet said.

He never laughed with me. I never gave him a reason to. Shit, had he even smiled with me? I hated that I couldn’t even recall a time that he did. Sure, he came hard, but sex was sex. With Holden, he seemed to be getting more. I hated it.

The door opened behind me, and I didn’t need to scent the air to know it was Rawling. I could feel that it was. And where was I? Standing right inside the door as if I were waiting for him, which I hated to admit to myself, I was.

“Excuse me.” Rawling’s voice was curt, and fair enough. I did nothing to earn any kindness or respect from him. If anything he was going above and beyond with his politeness. What I really deserved was him pushing me out of the way and then walking on by.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as he walked past. I followed him to our rooms.

“Were you following me?” he asked as he reached his door.

“Why would I?” Because pivoting felt better than lying.

“Never mind.” He went into his room, and as his door shut in my face, I turned around to go into mine.

“What the fuck are you doing, Phelan?” I closed the door a bit too loudly, cursing myself.

What the fuck was I doing was right. I had no say regarding this omega. None. I could have had him, and instead, I ruined everything. He should be pissed at me. I deserved it. I shouldn’t have indulged when I knew I couldn’t follow through.

And maybe at first I did believe it was all sex, like what Atticus had with Jack.

Only that wasn’t true for them either, was it?

Atticus was more beast than human lately, and it had nothing to do with him getting his dick wet, although he would say that was why on repeat if I dared ask.

He missed Jack, actually liked her. Did she feel the same?

I doubted it. He was a major jerk to her bestie, but who knew. Love was stupid like that

Love. As if any of this had to do with love. We were all thinking with our bits, and it was getting none of us anywhere and quickly.

I kicked off my shoes and headed into the bathroom for a shower.

There was something about the sound of the water blocking out the rest of the world that made it one of my favorite places to be.

That and no one bugged me while I was in the shower—not unless I wanted them to, and even then, not often.

I turned on the water, letting the steam build up, and locked both bathroom doors before shucking my clothing.

The temperature was pleasant, and I climbed inside and closed my eyes as the water cascaded down my body.

In the distance, I could hear a door closing too loudly.

Someone probably threw a fit and slammed it, but in my mind, it was Rawling, deciding he was ready to make a move—to come back to me.

He’d open the bedroom door. How? It didn’t matter, not in my fantasy. He would call to me, and I’d let him know where I was, and the next thing I knew he would be joining me in the shower.

“I miss you, Phelan. I need you back.” He peppered my face with kisses, which led to a passionate kiss.

I pressed him against the shower wall with my body flush against his—our dicks pressed together, our hands roaming.

I couldn’t get enough of him, and at the same time, he was overpowering me, his scent too strong, his kisses too good.

The kiss broke long enough for me to speak, my breath uneven. “I missed you too. You’re mine, Rawling, please tell me you’re mine.”

“I’ve always been yours.” He pressed a sweet kiss to me. “But I need you to make it real. Fill me with your knot. Mark me with your teeth. Make me come so hard I can’t remember my name.”

That was an offer that was too good to resist. I wasn’t even going to try. Instead, I sealed my lips to his for one final kiss before turning him around.

“I’m so ready for you, just get inside me already.” I hadn’t even spread his cheeks yet, and he was pleading.

“Whatever you need, omega,” I lined myself up and slid home. It was every bit as good as I remembered.

Rawling let out a groan of approval and pushed back into me, encouraging me to move, and so I did. In and out, harder and faster, racing toward release so I could make him truly mine, could mark him for all to see—consequences be damned.

“Yes!” I cried out, my hand now covered in cum—my own cum—bringing me back to the reality that was my life.

“Fuck this.” I grabbed my soap and washed away all the evidence of my stupid shower adventures while Rawling was out with Holden doing who knew what, and all because of me.

“I just need to get you out of my head, omega. There’s nothing else I can do. Not now.” My hands were tied if I wanted to have the future I deserved, and all of this stalking and fantasizing and fairy tale inserting wasn’t going to change that.

If only it could.