Chapter 12. Sparks

Joy’s POV

It seemed like my mood was oscillating between all the extremes possible.

First, I had an embarrassing and pathetic conversation with Dante- a recipe for true heartache, then rode on a heart thumping joyful high as I checked out the badass death machine and now I was back to wanting to pitch a fit as I saw a fiery hot and fiercely bothered Alpha of the Water Moon Pack mark another giggly sl*t with his saliva and whizz after class.

Ughh.

I don’t know what was wrong with me.

I guess the proximity to Lex earlier that night had awakened deep feelings or I was feeling it again- my constant need for someone to appreciate or love me. Not tease me about being a “boring,” “nerd freak” or a “dry wolf”.

Childhood was a disaster for me. The pack members,