Yielding to the Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Emily Stone Page B

shivering.
     
    “You look freezing, are you alright?” He seemed genuinely concerned, she must look more miserable than she’d thought. Of course her body seemed to take that as its cue to start shivering even more. The guy took off his jacket and offered it to her. “Here, put this on.”
     
    “No really, I’m fine!” she laughed a little in spite of herself. How silly. It wasn’t until he was a few feet from her that she got a proper look at him. He was younger than she would've guessed at first. In the shadow he looked tall and quite well-built. But if she had to guess, he might even have been her age. Without a jacket his muscular build was made even more apparent in a way that wasn’t flaunted and yet immediately drew her gaze. He had close-cropped brown hair, and eyes that looked almost gray and full of concern.
     
    She took the jacket and wrapped it around her bare shoulder. “Thank you.”
     
    “Not a great party then huh?”
     
    “Oh no, it’s fine! It’s just." She chewed her lips, looking for the right words. "Well you know, first day of college, I’m a little tired so, you know…”
     
    He raised his eyebrows and smiled somewhat, it didn’t seem he was buying her lame excuses.
     
    “Oh fine." She admitted. "It’s not really my thing at all.” There. He might understand at least, his calm, quiet demeanor didn’t really seem suited to being in a fraternity. “And it’s just full of arrogant jerks and frat boys that think they’re cool just because they’re in this ridiculous fraternity!” She added, getting quite worked up now.
     
    “I’m in this fraternity.”He replied.
     
    “Oh! I didn’t mean, I just thought…” Why did she have to say that? But when she looked up again he had broken into a big grin. He has such a nice smile , she thought, such perfect teeth .
     
    “No, I completely agree.” He laughed. “I’ve been a brother for two years now but it’s not really my thing. Still, it’s probably for the best. If I didn’t have to spend so much time with the guys I’d probably go all lone wolf and never speak to anyone.” Sharon couldn’t find any words to say so she just looked up at him and smiled awkwardly. She knew he’d understand.
     
    “Well,” she said after they stared at each other for a few seconds. “I don’t want to keep you. I’d better head back…” She’d made it a good ten steps before he gave a polite cough.
     
    “You’re still wearing my coat.” Of course she was. Why am I so stupid? But again, he didn’t look annoyed at her apparent attempt at stealing his jacket. He was still smiling that pleasant serene smile of his, quietly amused at her obvious embarrassment.
     
    “Oh my God I’m so sorry! Here…” She hurried back over to the wall where he was lounging, but he shook his head and chuckled.
     
    “No, look you’re freezing. Wear it on the walk home, I’ll walk with you, and I can take it back with me. It’s fine. Really.”
     
    “But what about your party?”
     
    “I think I can probably put off the prospect of watching freshman throw up after three beers for another forty minutes or so. Come on, I insist!” Oh why not, she thought. He wasn’t like the others; she’d be alright with him. Besides, he was pretty cute.
     
    “I’m Jerome by the way.” He said.
     
    “Sharon.” She smiled.
     
    They set off through the campus, soon leaving the noise of the frat house well behind them until the only sound puncturing the cold September night was the faint clop of her modest heels, and the barely audible padding of Jerome’s quiet footfalls.
     
    “So, Sharon, what brought you to my brothers’ sophisticated party tonight?”
     
    “My new roommate, Katy. She’s still there actually but, well, I think she’s doing just fine without me…” she trailed off. The image of Katy wrapping her arms around the guy in that corner flashed through her head again. The way their mouths had been pressed so tightly