Fucking Tessa.
Nash sighs and gently pushes me away.
“What? No!” I protest. He can’t choose the pack over me right now. Not this time. He just got back! He was with them all day. “They can wait,” I say weakly, but it’s pointless. He’s already out of the hot tub and wrapping a robe around himself. Not that it matters, really. All the wolves in the pack have seen all the others naked. It’s inevitable during a hunt and it’s rarely a sexual thing, but somehow, we all know this is different.
Nash and I were just about to…
And now Tessa is…
Damn. I know I shouldn’t hate her, but I do. Something tells me she’s trouble. I’m not usually the jealous type. Really, I’m not. I know Nash has been with women in the past. That’s fine. I can’t do too much about that because I’ve been with people, too. Somehow, though, this seems different. I can’t shake the feeling that Tessa is trying to actually come between Nash and me.
Is that crazy?
Am I insane?
I don’t have time to worry about it because the knocking continues.
“Hold on, damn it!” Nash calls out, tying the robe around himself. With a sigh, I get out of the water and grab a robe, too. If Nash has no choice but to talk to Tessa, I might as well be there to hear what the skank has to say.
A pang of annoyance shoots through me at the thought. I shouldn’t be thinking like that. What is this? Are we in high school again? I shouldn’t be stooping to that level. I shouldn’t.
But when we reach the door and Nash pulls it open, I can’t help but gasp. Tessa is standing there in front of us and she’s completely nude.
“Hey, Alpha,” she says, drawing out the word “Alpha” so it sounds super fucking sexual. How does she do that? “I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s just…”
Only, her words drift off as she starts to trace her fingers down Nash’s arm. Tessa has the biggest natural breasts I’ve ever seen with the tiniest waist I’ve ever seen to go with them. Her long blonde hair hangs straight behind her back and I bite back the urge to slap that stupid smirk off her face.
All I can think is that she’s the perfect wolf-mate and I’m so human.
I’m so imperfect.
I’m everything he doesn’t need and she’s everything he does. Tessa knows the pack. She knows the wolves. She can go hunting with Nash and spend time with him and be everything she needs him to be.
Why would he even be with me if he could have someone like her? Oh, we had an amazing time together at my grandmother’s cabin. Sure. Who wouldn’t? We were locked up together while I hid from my brother and while Nash decided what to do with his future. Only, now he has his future. Our little fairytale is over.
What does he even need me for?
“So that’s why we need you right away,” Tessa finishes, apparently exasperated. She shrugs her shoulders, but doesn’t remove her hand from Nash’s arm.
“Okay, I’ll be right there,” he turns to head back into the room, presumably to put some clothes on, but Tessa pulls on his arm.
“No! Alpha! We need you now!” She pulls him and he gives me a frustrated glance, like “What can I do?”
“Sorry, baby. Rain check?” He asks.
Rain check?
Is he serous?
Before I can nod or speak or do anything at all, Tessa is pulling Nash down the hallway with her perfect body and I’m left alone in our suite.
Slowly, numbly, I close the door and retreat to our empty bed. Dropping the robe, I climb in, pull the blankets over myself, and start to cry.
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Nash
“You have to stop touching me like this, especially in front of my mate.” I peel Tessa’s hand from my skin, cringing at the way her touch makes me feel.