warnings
crashed through him as stared into her brown eyes. Not only did his father’s
warnings come over him but all the years where he’d been cruel to her, came
upon him all at once. He’d done this. His mate, his very reason for living,
didn’t trust him.
His wolf wasn’t happy.
Marshall didn’t touch her. Stepping away from Trey, he
waited for her to stand in front of him. She wore dungarees that hid a great
deal of her body. The white shirt underneath was rolled up to her elbows
showing her arms. His body responded to the sight of her. This time he wasn’t
unhappy about his body’s response to her. He relished it. He’d found his mate.
“How have you been?”
She continued to frown, glancing around him. “What’s
going on?”
“Nothing. I just want to know how you’ve been? ”
Scarlett licked her lips, and the very action had a
groan releasing from his mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from touching her
plump bottom lip. Sliding his finger over her lip, Marshall jerked his hand
away when the fear gathered around her. He could think of something else to do
with those full lips.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, looking behind
her.
“Who are you looking for?”
“I’m waiting for the butt of the joke. What are you
going to do?”
He rubbed at his temple.
You hurt her, and now she’s waiting for you to hurt her some more.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
His words didn’t calm her down. In fact, she looked
more nervous.
“May I go?”
Marshall opened his mouth as if to say something more
but then stopped when she took a step back. This was a big problem. His wolf
slammed against him, and he turned away, going into the lunchroom. Marshall
needed the chaos of the school to calm his wolf down. He found Jack sitting alone
with three lunch trays.
“Where is she? Did you find her?”
Grabbing the carton of juice from the tray, Marshall took
a long swig, needing to distract his wolf.
“Shit, it’s a teacher, isn’t it?”
He shook his head.
“What then?”
Marshall didn’t speak. He took several gulps of his
drink. “I found her, and it’s not a teacher.” Part of him wished it was a
teacher as it would make life so much easier.
“Go on then, spill. Who was it?”
“Scarlett Fields.” The name had his insides twisting
and turning. It was heaven to him.
Jack burst out laughing. “Yeah,
right. Come on, stop trying to make me laugh.”
“I’m not trying to make you laugh.” Marshall glared at
his friend. “She’s my mate.”
The smile on Jack’s face dropped.
“What? For real?”
He nodded, grabbing the burger from his plate. Staring
at the spare tray that Jack had bought for Scarlett, he couldn’t help but
wonder about the guy she’d been sat with. He was new, and Marshall didn’t like
him.
“Fuck me. Isn’t that like—shit, she’s human, Marshall.
She doesn’t know about our kind.”
“Not my biggest problem.”
“What’s your biggest problem?”
“She’s scared of me. I’ve just spent the last five
years bullying her.”
Realization dawned, and Jack looked sheepish. “Fuck,
man, I’m so sorry.”
“Please stop saying the word fuck.” He needed to talk
to his father.
****
For the first time ever Scarlett enjoyed her lunch
break. Trey stayed with her throughout telling her about his time growing up
within the city. His parents had made a lot of money in some kind of mechanical
venture and decided to settle down in the country. He was smart, and his
brother liked to tease him.
She didn’t want to leave him but found that she didn’t
have a choice.
“What class do you have next?” Trey asked.
“I’ve got English.”
“Damn, I’m history.”
“I’ve already had history.”
“Well, we’ve got gym together, right?”
She pulled out her class list and nodded.
“Great, I’ll see you then.” They entered the school
again. She saw several girls were watching them.
“Erm, do you want to leave?” she asked.
“Why