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he words in my textbook blurred together. All I could see was Rick Miller's cold,

on her lips. "Earth to Elena. Still recovering f

I'm recovering from t

whisper. "Seriously, though. You can't deny he's gorgeous

owned. "He's

"Of course. The Millers are one of the most powerful pa

inion of him. A spoiled "Alpha-hole,

you two would be perfect for each other. The rebellious she-wolf who refuses to be tamed,

bed my heavy psychology textbook, raising it threateningly. "Blair Hale,

dramatic! Who knows, maybe he's your F

My mate will not be an arrogant jerk like him." My idea of a mate was shaped by my parents-a pa

rowl of protest, as if she disagr

held up her hands in surrender. "Okay,

ned sly. "But enough about you," she said, her voice dropping to

ject. I took the bait. I raised an eyebrow, playing along.

e sight for the usually confident Blai

iness," she mumbl

eaned closer, lowering my voice. "Who i

ibrary, avoiding my gaze. "H

en? Someone from th

ever seen on her before. It was a mixture of shyness, reverence, an

spill it

secret. She glanced around one last time to make sure no one was lis

one we can on

tched in anticip

ke she was gazing at the sta