long-sleeved T-shirt off a hanger and then pulled it on.
Marcy kept her head ducked, but I could see her watching him from the corner of her eye, and when he turned to face us, her complexion paled, just a little.
He didn’t seem to notice. He was giving me an expectant kind of look, although I really didn’t know what it was he was expecting, so I said, “I take it you’re going out?”
“Yep.” A cocky smirk twitched at his lips. He crossed the room in two long strides and reached out, running a finger along my cheek, before wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me to him. His lips were on mine, hot and rough, before I had a chance to even register what he was doing. Thankfully the kiss ended just as quickly as it started. He feathered a light peck on the tip of my nose and then let his hand drop from my neck. “You better hurry up, kitten. You’re going to be late,” he said, before turning away and leaving the room.
I sat in stunned silence, staring at the empty doorway. I had expected him to growl something at Marcy, to defend his team, even defend himself, or at the very least tell her to keep her nose out of enforcer business. I had figured he would give me a lecture about walking to school or snap at me for the way I had spoken to him downstairs, but he hadn’t done any of that. Actually, he had acted normal and that normalcy kind of freaked me out.
“Well, that was um … interesting,” Marcy squawked at the sound of the front door slamming. She cleared her throat. “What’s going on with you and Jared? He hasn’t given you the time of day since we were in seventh grade and you had that crush. And even then, he wasn’t interested and you know it.”
I hesitated, wanting to tell her the truth, but not sure if I could trust her to keep it to herself. I had never been away from Marcy for this long and right then, seeing her sitting there, I wanted to blurt out everything. I knew it was a bit hypocritical of me. I had told her I didn’t want to see her for a while. It was my fault she hadn’t been here, but really, she was practically my sister. And it had been three days already. Three long days of having no one to talk to about the mess I had gotten myself into with Jared.
Sure, there was Erika, and theoretically I should have been able to talk to her, but I just couldn’t. She didn’t get it. Anytime I tried she was all like, It’s not about your feelings, Jade, it’s about the pack, or, You’re the alpha, suck it up. In all fairness, Erika didn’t know the truth. She really thought Jared and I were together mainly because I didn’t trust her enough to tell her any different and thanks to the way my inner-wolf reacted to him, she believed the lie. Yeah, I had named her as my beta, but that had been a heat of the moment kind of decision and as the days slipped by, I realized how little I knew about her and how much I just didn’t like her. It wasn’t that she was completely awful, we just didn’t click. She wasn’t Marcy.
The thing was , even if I was sure that what I was doing with Jared was right, it felt sickeningly wrong. It felt wrong having him sleep at my house, let alone in my room. And honestly, I hated having to lie to the pack, letting them, and everyone else, think we were together. But I didn’t know what else to do. We had all agreed that my dad couldn’t know that I’d become the alpha female of the pack, and pretending to be with an enforcer seemed like the best cover up. Really, until we had a clear picture of exactly what my dad’s plans were, it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.
Maybe that wasn’t entirely true. There was a choice, but I knew one thing for sure: choosing Aidan right now had to be the worst of two bad choices.
Marcy nudged me. “Talk to me, Jade. What’s going on?”
“It’s complicated,” I said, glancing at the clock. It was already 7:30