A cough woke me up. I jolted awake from an unpleasant dream, sitting up quickly. I couldn't remember anything for a second. Then a cold breeze hit me. The ceiling fan was on, I could hear it and feel the waves of cold hitting my skin. Then I noticed the lack of clothing.

A shuffle beside me got my attention. Grayson was stretching. Flashes of last night played in my mind as I clutched the blanket to my chest. I smiled for a second then looked back at him when he ran his fingers down my back.

"You alright?"

I nodded. "Just...never mind."

He yawned. He sat up beside me and kissed my neck...And the door flew open.

"Whoa!" Mason yelled as I quickly turned around and went out the door. "Never mind."

Grayson chuckled. "Shower time." He pulled me out of the bed and carried me to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all over the place.

"No wonder he screamed."

Grayson laughed.

"Sex hair looks good on you." I laughed. He beckoned me over to him. He kissed me. "I'll do your hair again sometime."

I smiled, "Sure."

There was a pounding on the door.

"What?" Grayson barked at the knocker.

When they didn't answer and only knocked again in response, Grayson got out of bed and practically stompt his feet to the door. Of course he had to open the door butt ass naked. It was embarassing to say the least.

I couldn't hear the conversation, but it must not have been important because Grayson slammed the door and came fooled around with me in the shower.

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The guys were out on a pack run in the woods that night. Conner and Trevor just got back from their trip. I had Rebecca over to keep me company since they would most likely be out all night.

"You look different."

I looked at her confused, "I look different?"

She nodded, "Happier somehow."

"I think you're going crazy."

She leaned back on the couch, probably arguing with herself. The movie started playing. I didn't make it half way though the movie. I was asleep fast.

Someone shook my foot. I looked down and saw Rebecca.

"I'm going to use your shower."

I nodded, "I'll start breakfast."

She rubbed her eyes tiredly as she made her way up the stairs. I yawned as I got out stuff to make a large load of pancakes. The boys would be back soon. They would be starving.

Conner was the first one in. The rest would follow in a minute or so.

"So...You and Grayson."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to talk to you about it Conner. It's too weird."

He nodded, "Good. I heard all I can take about it."

My wide eyes met him. "He told people about it?"

He grabbed the gallon of orange juice from the fridge, "More like bragged."

I shook my head and flipped the pancakes. I was pissed.

"Get the eggs out for me please."

He got out 3 cartons.

"Hungry hungry hippos." I muttered under my breath.

He shrugged and walked out of the room stretching. I was making the pancakes fast. Soon they would be eaten faster then I could make them. The crash outside followed by laughter told me the boys were here.

I was determined to be mad at Grayson. How dare he brag about what we did. I felt like a tool. I'd have him begging for forgiveness tonight when I locked him out of my room. I finished cooking the last of the batter when the boys came in. Since the one time they complained about cold eggs, they know not to expect it from me anymore. Eggs and toast are left for the individual.

I was out of the kitchen before the fighting for the food began. Becky was brushing her hair when I came in.

"Go ahead. I won't peak." She teased.

I stuck my tongue out at her and started the shower water. We had school in an hour. I had to make it a quick shower. I was in and out in 5 minutes. She was on her make up when I was hurrying into my room to get some clothes on. A light floral print skirt and my white button-up long sleeve and I ran to the bathroom.

I put my hair in a pony tail and put on light makeup since I knew Becky would want to get some food before we left for school. I was practically running in my heels to get downstairs to Becky. Luckily, for her comfort level, the guys were all upstairs scrambling to put on some decent clothes.

I sat down and breathed deeply.

"Breakfast time."

Becky smiled and shoved a plate in my direction. A piece of toast, eggs and one pancake. She knew me too well. She put her plate in the sink and leaned on the counter looking at me.

"What?"

She shrugged, "So are you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

She took a sip of her juice as I ate my food. "What's got you acting so different all of a sudden? I mean, I saw you at prom. You weren't this...content."

I shrugged, chomping on a bite of pancake.

"Did he propose?" I gave her a look and shook my head. "Was prom your special night?" she emphasized the word. I glared at her. I couldn't lie to Becky. Her eyes, as well as her smile, widened. "Are you serious?!" She tried to contain it in a whisper. "How was it?" I stuffed half of the toast into my mouth to prevent talking. "Later. Got it." She looked at the door. "I bet it was awesome." She said dreamily.

I couldn't help it. I started laughing. I had to run to the sink so I didn't spit out the toast on the floor.

"Becky. You're horrible."

She smiled, "You'll tell me."

"Well." I put my hand on my hip, "I'm not going into detail. I don't see a need to let the world know."

She nodded, "All right." She put her cup in the sink. "Are we riding with him?"

I nodded, "Of course. Is your bag in my room, or the living room?"

"Your room of course." Like I was stupid or something. "I know how many guys live in this house."

"Alright. Go get it and I'll get some dishes done."

She nodded and went out the door. The only sound in the kitchen was the sound of the water running and me scrubbing the dishes.

I didn't jump when I felt someone behind me grab my hips, I figured it was Grayson. I was yanked back an inch into someone's crotch. I looked in the reflection of the window.

"Trevor?" I was confused. I tried to pull away from him but he wouldn't let me go. "What are you doing?"

His fingers dug into the sides of my hips. I would have 10 little bruises when I checked later.

"Grayson's had what he wanted. Now you're free game."

"What the hell does that mean?"

He chuckled. I must have looked like a stupid little girl to him. "You think Grayson still wants you?" he shook his head. I could see it in the reflection. "You were too easy for him. Play hard to get and maybe he'll stay interested." He brought his face next to mine; I was relieved when I couldn't feel pressure on my backside anymore. He looked at my reflection in the mirror. "If I want you, by rank, I could have you."

"I-I-I--" I couldn't form words.  I wanted to tell him where he could shove his pack ranking.

His right hand made its way up, taking my shirt with it. I shook my head. No. No. No. Hell fucking no. I wouldn't be intimidated by...the alpha of a werewolf pack... I was screwed.

I jerked away from him, going behind the island in the middle of the kitchen. I was now playing stay-away from an old, horny, alpha werewolf. I didn't feel safe like I had when I woke up this morning. Trevor always had given me bad vibes. But to want to have sex with me, the woman his son had just slept with was disgusting.

I had to leave. I had to get away. If it was like Trevor said, I wasn't wanted. I was used like the tool I was always afraid of being. As the revelation hit me, he reached across the island and grabbed both my arms. He pulled me across.

"Don't fight it. You can't stop me."

Fuck! was the only thing that came to my panicking mind. Where was everyone? Becky was probably distracted upstairs by Mason's room. Conner was most likely sleeping off 10 pancakes. Brian was already gone. Mason was always in the bathroom making sure he looked perfect. That left Grayson. I was screwed and helpless.

"Feisty one."

If I screamed, which seemed like the best option, it might get Becky killed. He might not even be aware that she was here. You never startle a werewolf...if you're able to. All I needed to go was drop a few things. I pulled at his grasp. No luck, too strong. I had put everything away already.

He pulled me off my feet to carry me away. I kicked since it was the only option. Someone had to hear me struggling. Someone had to care. The door to the garage opened. I was relieved. Grayson froze in the doorway looking at his father.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Grayson asked in disbelief.

"Go to school." Trevor barked the order at Grayson.

"Put her down you dumb ass. You so much as hurt her, you're dead."

A hand covered my mouth and pain shot through my left hand, starting at my pinky. The hand muffled my scream. It all happened so fast. I was out of Trevor's grasp and behind Grayson in a flash. Grayson's fist flew at his father's open mouth. There was a sound that I never wanted to hear again as Trevor's jaw broke. Grayson grabbed his father by the back of his shirt and threw him into his side of the house. I heard a growl coming from Grayson. He looked at me.

His blue eyes looked like they were glowing. I looked away from him. I didn't want him to think I was trying to challenge him in anyway.

"What the fuck was that?" Greyson growled at me.