Dirty Desires

Chapter 2

I couldn't believe this. Carter has been cheating on my sister all this time? What the hell is wrong with him? She's perfect in every way; she's the best girlfriend any man would want. How on earth could he do this to her?

I couldn't stand here and watch this like Clara's so-called friends. We weren't that close, but she was still my sister. I would not let some loser hurt her in front of hundreds of other students.

I push Amy out of my way and storm toward them. No one is paying any attention to me, but when have they ever done that? I was almost invisible, and even though I loved that little detail about my life, I was finally stepping into the spotlight today to save my sister.

"How could you?" I hear Clara scream as I grow closer to them.

He doesn't answer her; he gives her zero explanations.

"How many were there?" She demands from him. "Did you sleep with the entire school? How many were there, Carter? I thought you loved me. I foolishly trusted every word that came out of your filthy mouth. You're a disgusting piece of s**t, and I hope you one day suffer like what you're doing to me today."

"You knew from the start what I am," he finally says. "I never tried hiding it from you. I'm a free man. I don't have to worry about finding a mate. I want to live my life. I don't plan on ever settling down. Not for you, not for anyone."

If I forgot to mention it before, I'd say it now: Carter's family has suffered a curse for generations. His family is the only one of our kind that was not blessed with mates. I know it sounds crazy since mates are the one thing separating werewolves from everyone else. I don't know the exact story, but they were definitely cursed. Because of this, they can date freely without ever worrying about their mates getting offended since their mates do not exist.

It doesn't mean that he has to be an ass to my sister because of it. His excuse was dumb, and so far I did not hear a single apology from his filthy mouth.

She's crying more than ever now, and I hate seeing Clara like this. She's always been one to compose herself, afraid of ruining her reputation. She must be in a lot of emotional distress to willingly do this out in the open for everyone to see.

I couldn't let her damage her reputation further; she would regret it by tomorrow.

I walk over to them and stand directly in front of Carter. His eyes slowly move from my sister to me. It's the first time that we've ever looked into each other's eyes. I'm startled a little at first from seeing him this close. It's unfair that someone with such a dirty character is given such a pretty face. Maybe that's why his character is so poor: because of his looks, he thinks that he's better than everyone else. He thinks that he can treat my sister or anyone for that matter in whatever way he wishes. He does this because he knows it is only a matter of time before another woman throws herself his way.

Carter has come over to our house multiple times before, but he's always stayed locked up in my sister's room. He has never stayed over for dinner with my parents, and we have never said a word to each other before. I never thought that I would be in this position one day. Everyone had their phones out, and they were recording every second of our first-ever exchange. I don't let that stop me.

By the look on his face, he recognizes me. At least he knows I'm Clara's younger sister. It would be a shame if he didn't even know this small detail about her life.

I narrow my eyes and punch him straight in his lips before he can see it coming. There are shocked gasps around us, including from my sister. No one expected a bookworm like me to do something like that. I punched the most popular guy in our school under the scrutiny of many, for crying out loud. Where did I find the courage to do something like that?

Carter doesn't even wince from the punch. Instead, he rubs his thumb finger over his bleeding lower lip.

"That's for my sister, you dumb jerk!" I shout. He quirks a brow at me, and I feel like punching him for a second time. But, I decide not to give him that satisfaction as I grab Clara's hand and pull her away from the field with me.

"Who does he think he is?" I ask her. "He has no right treating you that way. You've been nothing but good to him and deserve so much better; you CAN do better than him. There are so many men that will willingly jump to give you anything that you want. Yet that asshole had you and chose to cheat on you with a bunch of nobodies. I want to go back and punch him again. Maybe even knee him in his crotch!"

Clara is quiet as we head over to our car. I don't think she's hearing a word I'm saying to her. She's in too much shock to understand anything that's happening around her.

"And what kind of friends do you even have?" I demand. "They just stood there and watched while that jerk had nothing good to say to you. They're not worthy of your kind heart. None of them are.”

She continues to be silent throughout our drive back home. We usually never go home together; Carter is the one who drops her off. She still doesn't say anything as we pull up to the house and she storms out of the vehicle.

As I step over the threshold into the dimly lit living room, I can hardly process the scene before me. My sister collapses onto the floor, her body wracked with sobs, the sound echoing painfully off the walls. This is the most vulnerable I've ever seen her; her face, usually so radiant, is now streaked with tears and shadows of despair. It hits me hard—she must have truly loved him.

I scan the defeated expression on her face, realization crashing over me like a wave. How could I have been so utterly blind to his betrayal? Everyone around us seemed to sense the truth, the whispers of infidelity dancing just beneath the surface. They've known all along, everyone, including Clara’s friends. They all knew and no one even thought to tell her.