The next morning, Stiles woke up in her dorm room for the last time, a mix of excitement and determination buzzing through her. Revenge was well underway—seducing Eli’s dad, turning his world upside down without him even knowing yet. But as she packed her few belongings into a suitcase, she couldn’t deny the flutter in her chest thinking about Derek. His touch last night, his cum on her tits, the way he’d looked at her like she was a treasure… it was messing with her head. “Focus, Stiles,” she muttered to herself, zipping up the case. “This is for Eli. Make him pay.”