𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
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In a world where control is everything, Evelyn is about to lose it all.
Plunged into a downward spiral, she discovers that her carefull...
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It's been hours and somehow, we both ended up drunk.
"No way." I dramatically gasp.
"She did." He says, laughing.
"Oh my god!" I laugh, falling back against the couch. I suddenly gasp, sitting up. "You should meet my family some time. They'd love you."
"Maybe. Did you know that people have mistaken us for a couple?" He asks, and I burst out laughing.
Why? I don't know.
"Why?" I question, calming down slightly.
"Because we're hanging out. You could make it out to be my girlfriend, if I was interested in blondes." He says, and I laugh.
"So, you have a type?" He nods.
"All guys have a type. Whether they know it or not." He responds, and I smile.
"We need music!" I exclaim before getting up. "Where's your remote?"
"Alexa, play party music." He calls out, and suddenly, music starts blaring through the speakers. I grab his hand and haul him up. "I'm not dancing."
I pout. "Please!" I beg, pouting. He sighs and nods, making a large smile to take up my face. He twirls me around and I dance around, drinking from the bottle of alcohol occasionally. He doesn't really dance, but he kinda does.
When he pulls me back into his arms, I grab his wrist. I can hear his blood pumping through his veins as I slowly look up from his wrist to his eyes. I silently ask if I can, and he nods, seeming to know what I'm asking. I grab his wrist and dig my teeth into his vein, feeding off of the blood.
I hear him hiss in pain, but he doesn't pull away. My grip on his wrist tightens as I continue to feed, slowly fulfilling the insatiable hunger as he holds me to his chest.
When I release his wrist, I hold my mouth open to breathe.
His blood is so sweet, even for a hybrid. Technically, I shouldn't be drinking his blood because he's part werewolf. I've always had difficulty keeping werewolf blood down. It's like an allergic reaction. I'd feed, puke it up, then lose control.
My werewolf side craved the blood, triggering it, and I had no control.
Xander reaches his hand up and wipes the blood that had dripped from my mouth. He wipes it on his black sweats as he keeps our gazes locked. The elevator dings, breaking us from our trance. We turn to it and watch as it opens, revealing my mom, dad, sister, and Quinn.
"Quinnnnnn!" I drawl out, slurring. I rush to her, stumbling over absolutely nothing before I wrap my arms around her.
"Are you...drunk?" She asks, pushing me away slightly.
"Juuuust a teensy bit." I slur, drawing out the word. I gasp, suddenly remembering Xander. I run to him and jump on him, making him stumble.
