Nova Estrella

<knew the most about this crap.||

<pack. If I wasn't a wolf anymore, maybe the imprint would go away. I needed to talk to @QuickWithAFist. He wasn't shifting anymore, but he>

<But here I sat at the edge of one of LaPush's cliffs half daydreaming about @DoucheBagBeck. Ugh. This was the worst! I needed out of this>

<would have slept with an asshole like @DoucheBagBeck. My sister and I didn't exactly get along, but I would never intentionally hurt her.>

|| Everything was so jacked up. What had I done? I was a bitch, sure. But I wasn't a home wrecker. And certainly not the kind of girl who>

<I'll use the back door. ||I grumbled, gathering the rest of my things in my arms before I fled.||

<instantly, of course, stupid imprint making me feel like I'd kicked a damn puppy. But @DoucheBagBeck had deserved it. I frowned hard.||>

<most likely break a jaw, but it looked like @BadMoonOnARise wasn't going to be the only one with a legendary temper. I felt guilty>

<square in the jaw. I knew the consequences, knew that a punch from a shifter was gonna feel like a high speed anvil to the face that would>

||Uh oh. @DoucheBagBeck's comments caused my slowly bubbling rage to build and we'll within me until I couldn't help myself, I punched him>

<weak in the knees before I shook it out of my head and pulled my shirt over my head after my bra.||

<a room full of regulars who just listened to me bone @DoucheBagBeck. The very recent remember of Deighton on top of me made me momentarily>

<I hoped @DoucheBagBeck had locked the door behind him when he came in after me this morning. The last thing I needed was to walk out to>

<distracting @DoucheBagBeck just laying there didn't help my focus) to remember my shirt and bra were in the hallway still. Jesus christ,>

<jeans straight commando, tossing the panties toward the trashcan. It took a moment of searching (though I'm fairly certain a VERY nude and>

<sweet lovey dovey crap that was strongly trying to war with the opposition. I frowned at the scraps of my torn underwear and tugged on my>

||Aaannnnd there he was, the douchebag I spent my days loathing. My hate for @DoucheBagBeck bubbled back to the surface, passing the sugary>

<heavily and forced myself to stand, searing for my clothes in the debris from the desk. I had to get out of here.||

<features like I'm seeing them for the first time. @DoucheBagBeck was hot, I'd give him that... especially without a shirt on. I sighed>

<my arms around @DoucheBagBeck and roll until I'm on top, looking down at him. There's a long moment when I just stare, taking in his>