It Ends with Her (Becoming the Wolf Book 5) by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2020-06-02T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“I think I played my cards wrong,” Marissa said as Levi came back with two full trays of tacos.

They were the only ones here at a picnic table with a red and white tablecloth, strands of outdoor lights above them.

Levi sat down and held up his beer in a silent toast. She clinked the glass bottle neck of hers against it and took a sip.

“Played them wrong how?”

“Morgan used to give me speeches about how to keep a man.”

Levi laughed and pushed an entire tray of tacos to her. Marissa adjusted her oversize hoodie and crossed her legs. “Marissa, you gotta tease them a little,” she said in Morgan’s thick southern accent. “Let them get hooked, make them addicted, and then let them feel like you’re a treasure they had to work very hard for, and they won’t take you for granted.”

Levi took a huge bite and rolled his eyes. Around the bite, he said, “That speech works well enough, but we’ve known each other a long time. Technically, I hunted you for five years. A+ job, Marissa. I’m addicted.”

She nearly choked on a taco laughing. “Yeah right. I’m just me. I’m not some beguiling siren that draws the men in.”

“False, Omega. You’re exactly that. I just got addicted to the person you are. The omega shit will just put more pressure on me to keep you safe is all.”

“Tell me your favorite memory from your time with Rush.”

Levi’s dark eyebrows arched up as he finished a big bite. “Are we doing twenty questions?”

“Yep! Let’s fill in the gaps. We both changed over the last two years.”

“Favorite memory…” He rolled his eyes heavenward and puffed air out of his cheeks. “Okay, I’ve got one. I was about a year into my training, and Rush was fucking awful. Just…worst person on the planet. I hated him. I hated him, but I wanted to please him, which was impossible. He didn’t have a single nice or supportive thing to say ever. ‘Levi, you bleed too much. Levi, you’re not bleeding enough. Gonna break your hand throwing punches like that. You throw chairs like a little pussy. Why would anyone in their right mind be scared of you? Need a tampon today? You gonna cry?’ He would ask that when I was nearly dead after a fight with him. He shot me once!”

“Shot you?”

“With a motherfucking silver bullet.”

“Oh my God! How did you survive that?”

Levi shrugged. “Dumb luck, I guess. Or I was just so stubborn. My body pushed that bullet right out of me, and Rush stood over me calling me a wuss and asked if I was gonna cry. Did he need to get me a box of Kleenexes, blah blah blah.”

“He sounds terrible.”

“He was. Until…about one year into my training. I was recovering from a big fight with him. Hadn’t made a noise, just fought silently the night before and then Changed back without showing pain because I was so damn shut down, running on autopilot. I didn’t really feel the hurt anymore.

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