Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“That’s why you need to cut all this weak and whimpering bullshit, and wolf up, Volana.”
Crush gone.
“Excuse me? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you letting them”—he pointed at the door and the party happening on the other side—“get away with stuff like this. Look, I get it. Ash blew in here, showed you up, and got in your head. You started thinking that if you want to be a real headmistress, you have to be like her—always cool, controlled, professional, and aloof. But, Volana, you’re not a real headmistress,” he blared, blowing heat into my cheeks. “You’re twenty years old, you haven’t trained, studied, or earned this job in any way, and you haven’t even graduated from the school you’re running.
“And you know why none of that matters? Because you didn’t ask for anyone to hand you this job, you just fucking took it. Why? Because you didn’t come here to be a student, or even a headmistress, you came here to be queen.” Paxton took my hands. “You came back to rule Wolf Nation with iron claws and drag it kicking, screaming, and bloody into a new age of equality, and you and I both know that doesn’t happen by asking nicely.
“Stop trying to be a headmistress, Daze. Stop trying to be Ash.” He jerked his head at the door. “Get the fuck in there, and be a queen.”
Looking from him, to the door, then back to him... I busted through the door.
A cacophony of noise bowled me over, flattening my ears to my head. The alphas really turned detention into the party of the year.
In the corner, tables were pushed together and fashioned into a beer pong table. They were yukking it up, and cheering on the guy chugging straight vodka. Dancing on the table were no less than six naked girls, and two naked guys. They shouldn’t have all been able to fit up there, but since they were all practically glued to each other as they wined and grinded pornographically, it worked out.
Two speakers were blasting on the windowsill. The drinks were flowing, and the powers on display were stunning.
Fireballs danced and flickered in the air, replacing the harsh fluorescent lights with riveting heat and beauty. A forest wolf decorated the room in hanging vines and creeping ivy, plunging the party into the jungle theme.
Among the dancing, drinking, partying wolves, not a single one of them was doing homework, thinking about what landed them there, or looking sorry in any way.
I crossed to the other side of the room without a single person taking note of me, and punched my fists through both speakers.
EEEKKK!
“Hey, what the hell—” The shout cut off when all eyes turned to me.
I smiled. “Party’s over, everyone. It’s time for detention, and tonight, I have an assignment for you. I want one thousand words on why you’re all assholes and how you’ll stop being assholes in the future.”
Raucous laughs went up around the room.
“Want us to do an essay, do you?” Johnson stepped out from the pack, bearing down on me with a shit-eating smirk. Johnson had been sticking close to Orion and Badr ever since they took over the alpha pack—naming himself third-in-command of the douchebags.
He was a handsome enough guy with tawny skin, monolid eyes, a grinning slash of a mouth, and the face tattoo of a metal wolf. That along with him never wearing a shirt for any reason so that his muscled tattooed chest was bare for all to see, gave him the bad-boy alpha-wolf air that he was going for.
But I didn’t care how many women, and more than a few men, fell at his feet. The barely concealed malice in his eyes made him repugnant to me. Those eyes told me that Johnson hurt people, and he enjoyed it.
“And how exactly do you think you’re going to make us, Headmistress?” Johnson grabbed my collar... and straightened it. Touching me in an act of dominance disguised as a kind gesture. “You gonna do your little disappear trick, and then run away crying with your tail between your legs?”
Everyone laughed.
“Because we do all love it when you do,” Johnson crowed, “but it doesn’t scare us.”
My smile widened. “Johnson, did it ever occur to you that the best thing about my little disappear trick is how easily it lets me slip through your locked door at night, stand over you while you’re sound asleep in bed clutching your teddy and”—I gently pressed a finger to his throat and drew a line across it—“strike.”
The laughs dried up as quick as his grin. Johnson lurched back, hand flying to his throat. “That’s a nice threat, but we both fucking know you can’t touch me. Ash won’t let you.”
“How would she stop me? Does Ash usually hang out in your room in the middle of the night? Oooh,” I crowed, winking at him. “Naughty boy.”