(Lena)
I watched them from behind the wall near the parking lot. Selene had her hand in his, laughing at something he said. Alexander. My Alexander. He looked at her like she was his whole world like she was the only thing that mattered. It made my skin crawl.
He used to look at me like that. Or at least, I thought he would. But he never did. No matter how hard I tried. No matter how close I got. I did everything—sat in the front row of every class, dressed the way I knew he liked, asked him questions, complimented him, smiled at him, flirted with him. And every time, he just looked past me. Straight to her.
Selene.
I clenched my fists. I hated her. I hated how perfect she looked, how she always had his attention, how she lived in his pack, slept in his bed, and wore his mark. I should
