With one last swift movement, he slammed the bathroom door shut in Rocco’s face.
The hot blond guy was snarling, his chest heaving as fury practically radiated off his body.
What the ever-loving hell?
“What was that?” I sputtered, trying not to notice how freakin’ sexy Rocco’s ass was. Rising to my feet, I put my hands on my hips, making an effort to look angry instead of a little bit afraid.
He spun toward me, and his fury caught in his throat and died in an instant as his gaze slid down my bare body.
The anger shifted as the scent in the room changed a bit, and I tried not to choke on my own damned spit as Rocco’s attraction to me became very, very evident.
And very, very large.
Rocco ripped his gaze from my nether-region, shaking his head a bit as his eyes locked with mine. “If one of my friends sees you naked again, I will fucking kill him.”
I blinked.
And blinked again.
Rocco stepped back into the shower, turning away from me. I stared at his ass way too long as he started to scrub his hair and body, his movements jerky and frustrated.
What an asshole.
No, “Hey, Del, it’s nice to talk to you after watching my wolf follow you around for two months.”
No, “Hi, sorry for all of this awkwardness and that angry outburst, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
Not even an, “I’m glad you’re willing to be my platonic mate.”
Just a damn snarl, and a damn erection.
Screw that.
I threw the shower curtain to the side, and stepped inside with the asshole I currently wanted to strangle. He turned toward me, surprised.
I put my hands on my hips. “We need to talk. I don’t give a shit whether you want to or not—you at least owe me a damn conversation before I move out of here.”
He blinked.
And blinked again.
“What?”
“What do you mean, what? Your wolf picked me—he freakin’ bit me, on the damn inner thigh of all places,” I gestured down to my leg, just below my vag. Rocco stared longer than he should’ve before shaking his head hard again, and meeting my eyes. “So the least you can do is tell me why you’ve been lying to your parents about your brother being dead, and why you’re so damned set on hating me.”
He scoffed. “I was asking ‘what’ to you saying you were moving out.”
I laughed humorlessly. “I’m sure as hell not sharing a bed with a dude who looks at me like he’s not sure whether he wants to kill me or have sex with me. Now answer my damned questions, now.”
He scowled deeper, fiercer. “Oscar is dying. His pack thought he had been lost to the wolf, but he hadn’t. It’s only a matter of time until he’s gone, so neither of us want to hurt my parents more by telling them he’s still alive.”
Shock and anger coursed through me. “How stupid are you?”
He blinked.
“Your parents would be forever grateful to spend just one more day with him—just one more hour. You’re both spoiled bastards, and you have no idea how lucky you’ve been to have all of this your whole life.” I tossed a hand out, though I wasn’t sure what I was gesturing to. The whole town? The pack? The family?
“I’m losing my brother because of all of this,” Rocco snarled back, tossing a hand in the same direction I had. “Because some human girl decided she didn’t want him, and because our lives are screwed-up enough that her rejection can take his life.”