Chapter 233

• It’s not just about the bet anymore. It’s about the fact that I’ve spent so long pretending to be someone who doesn’t care—pretending to be the guy who could do something like this and feel nothing. And now I’m starting to wonder if the act has actually turned me into that guy. The one who’s heartless, who sees people as pawns or conquests, who doesn’t let himself feel anything real.
• My wolf stirs inside me, restless and agitated. He knows something’s wrong, too. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I thought it was just the usual lust, the typical alpha instinct to claim what’s mine. But this is different. This is something more, something I don’t fully understand. And it’s pissing me off.
• I glance at my phone, where a string of texts from the guys are waiting for me. They’re probably wondering if I’ve sealed the deal yet, eager to hear the details of how I bagged the pack’s outcast. My stomach turns, and I shove the phoneaway. I can’t deal with them right now. Not when I’m lying here, drowning in guilt.