Revenge (18+)

Chapter 3

His dark hair, tousled just enough to be sexy without being bedhead messy, framed his strong, chiseled face. His broad shoulders spoke of power and confidence, and his piercing gray eyes seemed to bore into her soul. From across the crowded cafeteria, his towering figure, estimated to be at least 190 centimeters (6'3"), projected an aura of dominance that commanded attention and sent shivers down her spine. Her body reacted fast and instinctively to his presence; her heart was pounding, and her core tightened in need. The air crackled with an electrifying tension.

Shaking her head in disbelief, she mentally chastised herself to snap out of it. What the fuck?

With Harper's eyes still lingering in the man's direction, she asked Ronan. "Who is that?" Nodding towards man in question.

Ronan followed her gaze. "That's Jackson Black," he replied. "He's a bit of a big deal around here, and those two by his side are his trusty sidekicks, Jason and Rick."

A flicker of unease crossed Harper's features as Ronan's words registered. "Black?" she repeated, her voice a whisper. That name sent shivers down her spine, stirring up a long-buried painful memories from her past.

A man from the Black family, a name synonymous with power and ruthlessness in Eastbrook, held a menacing grip over her life for years. Could this man, Jackson Black, be related to the same rotten man who tormented her? The mere possibility sent chills down her spine.

Harper's fingers tightened around her fork, her knuckles turning white. She took another glance at Jackson; his powerful aura was captivating yet unsettling. She was confused, as usually she was mostly numb. But just seeing this man released a torrent of emotions. Her cat just wanted to lick every inch of him.

As Jackson Black stepped into the bustling cafeteria, his wolf, who had been agitated the whole day, was immediately alert, searching for something or someone. A symphony of scents assaulted his nostrils: coffee, freshly baked pastries, and the lingering aromas of meals, but amidst this familiar chorus, a new, captivating smell emerged, a mix of floral sweetness, earthy undertones, and the unmistakable musk of a feline.

As soon as this unfamiliar smell reached his nostrils, his wolf perked up, intrigued. Jackson's eyes scanned the room, and his gaze was drawn to a raven-haired woman seated at a corner table. As he observed her, he noticed a subtle shift in her posture, a slight stiffening of her shoulders. Then, with a slow, graceful turn in her seat, she faced him, and their eyes met.

The woman was more captivating than any he had ever encountered. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face of beauty. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue, held a feline sharpness that mirrored the scent he had followed. A cat, he was sure. Her plump and crimson lips and a delicate nose added a touch of softness to her overall allure. He wanted to kiss those red lips. Almost instantly, he was hit with images of her plump lips around his cock, her on her knees, her under him, screaming in pleasure. Jackson shook his head to get rid of the images. His wolf was now completely still, captivated.

With a confident stride, Jackson entered the cafeteria, his gaze zeroing in on Harper. His two loyal friends and packmates, Jason and Rick, flanked him on either side. They were all members of the local wolf pack.

Wolves, by nature, were social creatures, thriving within the confines of their packs, where they found solace, protection, and a deep sense of belonging. Their connection to their pack ran deep—an intrinsic part of their very being. They were more than just individuals; they were a collective entity, united by their shared heritage and loyalty to one another.

As they walked, Jason nudged Jackson with his elbow and murmured in low voice, "I saw the new girl in English class this morning. She's got a killer figure." He smirked, "I wouldn't mind tapping that."