Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 29

What does this all mean?

That pull, that draw, that attraction I'd felt for Mason ever since we kissed was still there, burning bright at the front of my mind whenever I was around him. But at least in the beginning, it had been mere attraction. I could handle attraction, because attraction was easy enough to get over.

Caring was a different story. I wasn't supposed to care, I didn't want to care, I couldn't care. But I did. I cared a lot. I cared that Mason hated a part of himself. I cared that he was suddenly ignoring me. Hell, I even cared about the fucking football game he had today, because it could make or break his chances of officially getting on the team. I cared about Mason.

Mason, my enemy. Mason the werewolf.

Vampires and werewolves were natural enemies, and they were supposed to stay that way. It was so freakishly wrong for me to care about Mason. It went against every fiber of my being. It tore me apart from the inside out-one half of me saying I should hate him, the other saying I should smooch his fucking face off.

Perhaps if I admitted it to myself, if I said it out loud, all of my questions would be answered. But I didn't want that answer. I didn't want a moment of self acceptance, where I realized that it was okay to feel the way I felt and just fuck it. I needed everything to go back to how it was before, before I did something I'd regret with the werewolf.

It didn't help that I had a feeling, if I ever did try something with Mason, he'd be more likely than not to accept and reciprocate. The temptation was tough, but it was a little easier knowing that Cedric would literally stab me through the heart with a wooden stake if he ever found out what I'd already done, what I was feeling now, let alone if we did more.

Still-I was completely, totally, one hundred percent screwed.

Because, despite the warnings I was giving myself, I had to do something. Being ignored by Mason Kane was like going a week without a drink. I was craving, and I knew that sooner or later, I'd give in to instinct.

I figured sooner might be safer. And, given that Cella was forcing me to go to the football game tonight, it was a golden opportunity to piss Mason off.

What Cella didn't tell me was that she wasn't the only person I was driving to the game. When I pulled up to her suburban house, I was greeted by not just my blonde friend, but my blond friend's new friend. Maria climbed into the back of the car as Cella got into the passenger seat, both girls smiling wide.

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