Becoming Alpha (Alpha Girl #1) - Page 92

Becoming Alpha (Alpha Girl #1) - Page 92

His lips pressed against my forehead.

I flopped onto the grass, tugging him down too.

He hovered over me, his weight on his forearms as he lightly brushed his lips against mine. I growled. That was not the kiss I was going for.

“Come on. I’ll walk you to the dorm.” He pulled me to my feet. “We’re not going to have a repeat of the other night.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Being inside was suddenly very appealing.

When we got to the entrance to the dorm, he spun me in his arms. His lips weren’t soft this time. They demanded more. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me. His tongue brushed against mine, and I lost it. I gripped the back of his shirt in my hands, pulling my body flush with his.

By the time he inched back, we were both out of breath. His forehead rested against mine. “I’ll pick you up in the morning for our trip off campus. Go inside. Be safe.” I kept my eyes closed for a second as I leaned back against the door. His heat was gone, leaving me chilled. “Holy shit,” I said to myself. He was beyond intense.

When I opened my eyes, he was already in wolf-form running across campus. A group of wolves waited for him next to one of the buildings. I watched until he disappeared from view, and then slid shakily to the ground.

It took me a few minutes to trust that my legs would work.

Meredith’s room was empty while I got ready for bed. I guessed they were still out, but I wasn’t upset about it anymore. Nothing they were doing could compare to what I’d experienced that day.

I went to bed smiling for the first time since I got to St. Ailbe’s.

The next morning, I was already dressed and ready to go on my date-ish thing with Dastien when Meredith stumbled sleepily into my room.

I clicked off my music. “Sorry. Didn’t meant to wake you?”

She waved me off and mumbled something incoherently.

I wore a flowy, short purple skirt and a grey tank top with flying little black birds printed across the front. “What do you think?” I said as I ran my hands down the skirt.

“About?”

“My outfit?”

“Are you going somewhere?”

I lifted my c.h.i.n up. “Yes.”

“Really?” She yawned and curled up on my unmade bed. “Mr. Dawson lifted the jail-time?”

“Kind of. Dastien is taking me to the bookstore. Mr. Dawson said Dastien would be held responsible for me.”

Meredith laughed. “Wow. So. You and Dastien.”

“Kind of.” I couldn’t stop the blush from spreading. “I guess. We’re taking it slow. Very slow.”

She jumped and swung me into a hug. “This is so exciting. Were we right? About the mate thing?”

“It’s weird that you can just pick me up like that.” I tapped her shoulder and she put me down. “And ix-nay on the ate-may. That word is now verboten. Freaks me out.”

“Ha! Every girl here would k.i.l.l for the connection that you guys have. Including me. So mate. Mate. MATE.”

I stuck my fingers in my ears and sang loudly as she talked.

She waved her hand in my face. “Okay. I’m over it.” She looked me up and down. “And yes. Cute and casual.”

A knock came from my door. “Come in,” I said.

Dastien opened the door and leaned against the doorjamb. “You ready?”

My mouth went dry as I took him in. Well-worn jeans hung low on his hips. His white T-shirt had a bright colored map on it that looked almost like the London Underground but wasn’t. I wanted to get a closer look but he distracted me with his smile.

Shit. He could lean against things so well. I cleared my throat. “What’s on your shirt?”

He started to blush a little. “It’s a bus map. For Westeros.”

“You read George RR Martin?”

He grinned.

Why did we have so much in common? It was weird. “Let’s go,” I said as I tugged on a pair of gloves.

“You two crazy kids have fun,” Meredith called after us.

“Goodbye, Meredith,” Dastien said as he closed the door.

“God he’s hot,” Meredith said from behind the door.

I grabbed Dastien’s hand, linking our fingers together. “We heard that!” I said.

He winked at me and my heart stuttered.

Before we got to the parking lot, Mr. Dawson stopped us. Faint shadows under his eyes showed his exhaustion. “You’re needed.”

Imogene stood next to Mr. Dawson looking pretty satisfied with herself. All the hairs on the back of my arms stood at attention.

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