CHAPTER 65: I HATE YOU, RENN!

Angela rolled her eyes. She was going to deal with Renn every cursed day of her life. He was like a punishment from the Moon Goddess. She looked at him and sighed. "What did I even do wrong? By the way, do you have a heart?" She smiled briefly, but before he could answer, she frowned and added, "Because the last time I checked, you had none."

"Do we have to do this every time, babe?" Renn said as he sat beside her. He had taken Alex’s seat, and Angela didn’t want Alex walking in to see them like that.

"Yes, Renn. Why not?" she replied, narrowing her eyes. She placed the flower and card back on her desk and crossed her arms. "You tried to kill me, remember?"

"Oh Angela... don’t keep saying it that way," Renn said with a soft groan as he rubbed his forehead. It was obvious he was tired of hearing it, but she didn’t care. He was going to keep hearing it.

"You girls are all the same," he said with a shrug.

"Don’t you dare change the topic," Angela snapped, pointing a finger at him. But instead of arguing, Renn stared at her finger in silence. For a second, she felt a strange fear crawl over her. Was he thinking of biting her finger off?

Before she could pull it away, he leaned forward, took her finger in his mouth, and licked it slowly—like it had honey on it.

Her whole body tensed. That simple act sent a jolt straight down her spine. She felt it all the way down to her lower belly. It was that same feeling she had the day before when they kissed. Cold, wet, and confusing.

She quickly pulled her hand back. Her heart was beating fast. She just stared at him, too shocked to speak. She had never met anyone crazier than Renn.

But Renn didn’t seem to care. He leaned in closer and gently buried his face in her neck.

Angela’s throat went dry.

She should have pushed him away. She should have told him to back off. But she didn’t. She didn’t even want to.

His warm breath on her skin made her close her eyes. All she could think of was the kiss they shared yesterday. The way his lips moved. The way he held her. It was soft. It was wild. And it made her want more.

Her wolf stirred with excitement. Her mate was close.

"Hey..." his voice came out soft, almost too gentle. Angela didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to see him. Because seeing him would remind her that it was still Renn—Renn, the same piece of trouble that had dragged her into this mess.

His hand moved and found hers where it rested on her lap. His thumb slowly rubbed against her skin, and then he spoke.

"I’m sorry for hurting you... for punishing you right from the start. I should have stopped myself, but I didn’t. I was foolish."

Angela almost laughed. Who would believe that the almighty Alpha of the East Pack was sitting there apologizing to her? No one would. Even if she recorded it and showed them, they would still say it was edited. This was madness. And if this was a dream, she didn’t mind staying in it a little longer just to watch him beg.

"It still haunts me, babe. I mean it... I’m sorry," Renn continued.

His lips touched her neck softly, gently nipping the skin and sending a wave of shivers down her back. Her body responded fast—too fast. Her stomach fluttered with excitement for what might come next.

His hand moved again, tracing her waist slowly, until it reached her chest... and then it stopped.

He had felt it.

The damn wrap.

Renn chuckled quietly. It was frustrating, but there was nothing he could do. So he changed his approach and started moving down, desperate to feel something more.

"I loved you in that dress," he murmured. "You looked like a drug. I was completely drunk on you."

"Get off," Angela pushed him away, finding her voice again. She hadn’t expected to come back to her senses so quickly, but she did. She couldn’t let him do that to her. He knew all the right ways to get under her skin, to break her defenses—and her body betrayed her every time.

This wasn’t love. It was the mate bond messing with her mind. Making her weak. Will it ever stop?

"I’m not going to fall for this. You don’t get to hurt me and then come crawling like nothing happened," she said firmly.

Renn sighed and leaned back in the seat. "Why are you so difficult to please?"

"Am I really?" she asked, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. "Have you forgotten how cruel you’ve been to me since the first day we met?"

"I thought we were past that already."

"No. We’re not. Unfortunately, we’re still stuck in that Chapter," she replied sharply, lifting her chin slightly. She wasn’t going to let him forget so easily. He had made her cry.

And now he wanted her to forgive him because of a few sweet words and soft kisses?

Let him work for it.

She enjoyed watching him struggle a little. Maybe it would teach him what pain really felt like.

"What should I do to please you?" Renn asked, his voice serious this time. There was a softness in his eyes, something Angela had not seen before. "And don’t even think about breaking up with me. That’s not happening."

"I hate you..." she muttered under her breath.

Renn chuckled. "I love that word. Hate can turn into love... with time." He was clearly enjoying the way he got under her skin. "Come on, tell me what I should do. Anything."

"I don’t know. Figure it out yourself," Angela said, not willing to give him that satisfaction.

"Girls... why are you always so hard to please?" he groaned.

"You keep saying girls. How many have you been with, Renn?" Angela snapped back. Her cheeks burned and she hated that she even cared. She shouldn’t be jealous—but she was. "You speak like you’ve studied all of us. Is it one? Or two? Maybe more? Are they from the Luna School too?"

Renn noticed the change in her tone. Her voice shook just a little. And that was all he needed. She was jealous. He smiled and leaned in, close enough for her to feel his breath.

"Look who’s getting jealous," he teased, his eyes locked on hers. He dropped his gaze to her lips, bit his lower lip, and smirked. "I’ve been with a lot of girls. I can’t even keep count."

Angela swallowed hard. "Really? Did you love any of them? Are you still with them? What were their names? Are they here in the academy?"

She didn’t mean to ask all that. But her mouth betrayed her. And now the words were out.

Renn raised his brows, clearly amused. "Let me see... maybe one hundred and twenty girls."

Angela’s eyes widened.

He grinned, continuing, "I didn’t love any of them. Made out with at least sixty. But none from Luna School." He paused and saw her face twist with disgust and jealousy. That made him grin wider. "Actually, I remember all their names. They were Angela, Angela, and... Angela."

He burst out laughing.

Angela didn’t even think. She started hitting his chest with her fists. He had played with her again, made her fall for another of his stupid jokes.

But Renn didn’t stop her. He loved it. Her hands against his chest didn’t hurt him, but the fact that she reacted—that she cared—meant the world to him.

"I like that," he said, still smiling.

She stopped. Her fists had no effect. They didn’t do anything but touch the one person who now held a power she didn’t give him.

"You are mine," Renn said quietly as he held her hands gently. "You are mine now... and forever."

He kissed her knuckles, slow and warm.

Angela just stared at him. Her mind was blank, her heart too loud. What was she supposed to say now? That he wasn’t the only one? That there were others too? Three other Alphas chasing after her without even knowing who she really was?

And what if the Moon Goddess had more mates for her ?