Chance On Me

Chapter Twelve

Wesley Gray

One week. One week of processing, of waking up to fingers inside of me, or mouths around my dick, of hickies and talking, or cuddles and New Girl.

I haven't seen much of Soph, because I've been drowning in school work. And the boys. But we have plans for today, friday. School isn't my favorite, I feel like an outcast most of the time. Either knowing I'm surrounded by wolves or just being an outcast because I'm 'weird'. I was a little mad at Sophia about the wolf thing, but Troy said she was under orders to not give away anything.

So I got over it. Class just ended, and I'm making my way to my locker. I guess I'm going to the pack house today, where all the wolves live. Troy's gonna give me a tour, and then I'm hanging out with Soph while the boys do god knows what.

I switch out my books, and by the time I'm done Zane is at my locker, arms crossed as he leans against the one besides mine. I glance at him, and his head tilts downward slightly. That's about as far as our greetings go. We both don't like to talk much, especially in the halls.

I slip my books into my bag, then I shut my locker. Glancing at Zane, he slips his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. We make our way out of the school, heading to Jase's jeep. I climb in the passenger seat, and he is instantly on me, kissing me, asking me about my day.

"It was school, not much to say" I shrug, and Zane leans forward elbows on the center console.

"Colby wants him to meet Garette, and Sophia is demanding a sleepover" Zane fills him in on our lunch time talk. "I told Sophia they can have a sleep over at ours, and she can squeeze her way in somewhere I'm sure"

That makes Jase laugh, as he starts driving, hand on my thigh. "Troy would tear her apart of she touched him in a bed"

"Alpha gene" Zane snickers. Troy doesn't really get jealous, at least not with the boys. So I don't see him getting jealous about anything, but whatever they say.

"She was grossed out about laying in bed with four grown men" Zane shrugs.

"Actually, she said disgusted and disturbed" I blurted, leaning back into the seat.

"She'd be disgusted with how our mornings start," Jase says, squeezing my thigh. A flush burns my neck, my checks. I'm still getting used to that.

"We're stopping by the house real quick, then the pack house right?" Zane asks, and Jase nods.

"Yup, be quick. Troy's grouchy"

"He always is" Zane shrugs, "Maybe Wes in the pack house will cheer him up"

"Maybe, but things have been a lot lately. We're having border issues, so he's grouchy for a reason at least '' Don't know what that means, and I don't really feel like asking yet. I'm still adjusting to this whole werewolf, pack thing.

Once we get home, I head upstairs and make quick work of putting my bag away. I don't feel like changing or anything so I go right back down stairs. Shortly after we're driving to the pack house.

It's about a ten minute drive, and then we're pulling into a parking lot. There's a large building, almost like an apartment building. It is surrounded by woods though. Guess that makes sense.

I slip out of the jeep, and Jase is at my side. His hand slips into mine, and I follow him to the front door. He opens it, and holy shit that's a lot of people.

It opens to a foyer, with racks of shoes that are full. There's a bunch of people walking around. Some my age, some older, some really young. They're just passing through, going to different rooms or up the stairs in front of us.