Discretion. These three ought to learn it. If Pam heard them they are so dead.
I was getting antsy by the second as I stood here alone. I refused to look in the direction I knew the trio stood. So, I watched the rest of the party and quickly realized something. Delta Kappa Epsilon, or at least this chapter, was NOT normal. How do I know? I’m a trained hunter. I can tell. And while not all members sent supernatural alarm bells in my head, many others did. I’ve seen at least a dozen hybrids and possibly pureblood supernatural beings here. The hybrid werewolves, which I’d seen two, were the easiest to spot. I had to pay closer attention to recognizing the demons and angels working in the room. I could see them looking at me but quickly averting their eyes. I furrowed my brows, followed their gazes each time, and noticed they were looking at the trio. That pretty much sealed it for me. Delta Kappa Epsilon is a fraternity mostly populated by the supernatural. I’ll be updating the guild database when I get home. I hoped these men wouldn’t grow up to be monsters kil
We are screwed. That’s the only answer to why Hana and her friend would disappear back down that hall for so long. Pamela likely overheard us, specifically Albert, and his uncouth and vulgar suggestion of having proof that one of us had been intimate with Hana. And now she’s taken Hana somewhere quiet to tell her, and as we speak, the Bloodmoon Alpha and his warriors are planning to kill us. For once, I can’t even blame my friends for why my life is in danger. This bet was my foolish idea. “Gentlemen, I want to apologize now.” I sighed, turning to my friends. “What?” Albert and Aidan gave me confused looks. “Miss Batista likely overheard us and has gone to tell Hana everything. As such, we’re going to die soon. So, I’m sorry that I got us into this mess.” I bowed my head in apology. “We aren’t going to die.” Aidan rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I don’t care how powerful Hana’s dad is. We aren’t pushovers.” Albert shook his head. “Besides, we knew the danger of making this bet. The d
Who knew an angel would have moves like that? I knew there would be plenty about the trio I wouldn’t know. The guild database would only contain information the guild found relevant. I could tell you their abilities, favored weapons, combat styles, and lineage. However, that’s all the database told me. It didn’t tell me their favorite food, drinks, music, or anything else. Of course, it wouldn’t go into such trivial things. It was a database on potential threats and, in their case, useful allies. It wasn’t a dating service. If I wanted to know Isak or any of these men better, I’d need to do the leg work. Don’t take that the wrong way. I don’t want to know them better because I’m interested. If I don’t show an interest in them, I won’t be able to make them suffer for their bet. The dance momentarily distracted me from that knowledge. Isak is undeniably attractive, and as much as I’ll deny it, there is a magnetic pull between us. An attraction that dancing only served to amplify. I h
I don’t know what transpired between Hana kneeing me in the balls, an attack I’m willing to forgive but likely won’t forget, and willingly dancing with us. I don’t think she knows about the bet. If Pamela overheard us and told Hana, she would not have danced with any of us. If she knew, Hana likely would’ve either come out throwing fists or left to plot our deaths. My groin can attest she’s not shy about violence. So I wouldn’t let myself worry about her knowing our bet. I want to know what Pamela said or gave Hana to make her more welcoming to us. Whatever she did, I believe Pamela had just earned an A in my class. Not that she doesn’t deserve a good grade on her actual work. Thus far, she’s proven to be an insightful student. She apparently can work magic to get Hana compliant. And as grateful as I am for whatever she did, I’m more grateful the girl was willing to leave Hana with us to go upstairs with Malcolm. Suggesting that Malcolm took the girl to his room wasn’t the worst thi
I thought they’d either not follow or only follow the normal way. I was wrong. They didn’t believe the number of humans present at the party was a reason to refrain from using teleportation to get ahead of me—sneaky bastards. I should have been prepared for it, so it was my fault for thinking they’d be more discreet. Albert opened his mouth as if using their powers publicly wasn’t annoying enough. Sure, I’ll own that I am sensitive on that subject and prone to overreact, primarily with violence. However, that doesn’t stop him from implying I’d run to my dad instead of dealing with them. I don’t care that he’s been drinking strictly from blood bags. Even if a small part of me was happy to hear he’s changed his diet since meeting me. And don’t get me started on their pet names. Between Isak calling me darling and Aidan calling me Leannan, I didn’t need Albert calling me Liebling. I may have grown up as a badass like my dad and stepmother, or I like to think I am, but I still have sof
If a slightly intoxicated Hailie had approached me under different circumstances, I’d have been inclined to give her what she wanted. And by different circumstances, I don’t simply mean approaching me while I’m with Hana. Hana standing right there was a good enough reason to refuse Hailie and other women; that’s not the only factor. I’d not have thought twice if I hadn’t had this bet with my friends. However, I plan to win this bet, and that can’t happen if I fuck and feed as I please. However, I realized someone had already fed on the girl and did a poor job of using compulsion on her. I’ll have to learn who that was and teach them a lesson. Mess-ups like this catch the attention of human arthritis, the guild, and worse, the order. I’d rather not see some fledgling vampires turn to dust because no one taught them any better. I swear it’s like vampires are hardcoded not to give guidance to those they sire. I am, thankfully, old enough that my use of compulsion is flawless. You can’
I am not in Bloodmoon. I cannot just beat the CRAP out of Hailie. This is the real world. In the real world, hospitalizing this drunk bitch would be assault. Also, I’d feel bad for beating up an intoxicated person. I don’t know if she’d say that shit while sober, so it wouldn’t be right to hurt her for it. Now if she said that shit while sober, a whole different story, I’d still have to control the violence, but I wouldn’t have just taken it without making a cutting remark of my own, at the very least. It’s not like Hailie was the first to comment on my lack of assets. This is why I easily had the answer of being a card-carrying member of the itty bitty tittie committee. I learned quickly that if I had a flaw, I better own it. Sure, I’m still an A cub. Big deal. It’s not like I’m flat-chested. I learned to buy the right bras and tops to accent what I have. I don’t need big tits to get males. Dad told me I got my mother’s figure. She found love, which means I can do it too. It just wo
It’s been a week since the DKE party. We didn’t end the night with plans with Hana or her agreeing to stop avoiding us. I did think we’d made progress that night. She’d looked out of her window and made eye contact. And while she hasn’t outright disappeared when I’ve spotted her around campus, she’s always had a reason she couldn’t do more than say hi and bye. I need to be proactive in my pursuit. We’re already halfway into October, which may not seem like a big deal, but it does mean there are only seven weeks left of the semester. Then, it’s highly likely that Hana will return to Bloodmoon for the winter holidays. Sure, the winter holidays are only for a couple of weeks. That’s two weeks we wouldn’t have access to h. We’re already flirting with danger, so going to Portland for a chance to see her and win this bet puts us too close for comfort to Logan. What I need is an in. I need a way to see Hana or at least get her number to set up a date. Yes, I said date. Please don’t read i