Page 37 of Wolf Unseen

The spike of alpha dominance between him and the lion nearly knocked me off my feet. Damn, the two of them were fucking powerful. Equally matched.

A rogue mental image of the two shifters wrestling, naked, sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through my system, and to my utter shame, both of them turned to stare at me, their eyes glowing.

“Need food,” I squeaked, fully aware if I didn’t get the fuck away from them, I would out myself as a horny female wolf desperate for alpha cock.

Before either of the two alpha shifters could comment on my unhinged behavior, I sprinted away as fast as my exhausted legs could carry me.

My shower lasted way longer than usual. Mostly because I needed to take the edge off my horniness. By the time I stepped out into my small bedroom, I had very little time before my first class of the day: Modern Relationships and Sex Ed.

Simon waved when he saw me enter the classroom just as the bell rang, still chewing the last bite of my bacon roll.

I crossed the room, narrowly avoiding the outstretched leg of a dickhead wolf shifter attempting to trip me.

“I looked for you in the canteen,” Simon whispered. “Did you sleep in?”

“No, I was training with Leone.” The snake shifter’s eyebrows shot up.

“But he only does that with the third years. And only the top students.”

I shrugged. “He seems worried someone will kill me.”

“That’s…sick.” Poor Simon. He appeared genuinely upset on my behalf.

“Don’t worry, I’m used to people wanting to hurt me,” I quipped. Sadly, that was true. Humans didn’t react well when they discovered a shifter lived among them, and shifters hated me because I was a hybrid. It was lucky I’d met Cal when I did, or I might not have survived my teenage years.

The chatter died down when a tall female feline shifter strode in wearing an extremely tight-fitting dress that hugged her ample curves. Several shifters on the front two rows groaned and fidgeted in their chairs.

My gaze skated over the female’s shiny black hair, red lipstick, and cat eyes. Damn, she was gorgeous. Like, insanely hot.

“Good morning, class,” she purred, resting her curvy ass on her desk and thrusting her large breasts forward. Several more students groaned in appreciation, which she apparently liked because it provoked a satisfied smile. Her feline eyes scanned the room. When she reached me, she paused.

“Ah, I see we have a new student. Name?”

“Riley Scott, miss.”

“Oh yes. The hybrid.” Her sneer told me all I needed to know. Brilliant. One more shifter who despised me for something that was not my fault.

“My name is Miss Raven. Some elements of the class curriculum will not pertain to you, Mr. Scott, because hybrids don’t form mate bonds with full-blooded shifters. For obvious reasons,” she added with a bitchy smirk. The wolf shifters in the class all tittered and nodded their heads in agreement.

What a fucking bitch.

“But I expect the rest of you to pay attention, as one day you may meet your soul-bonded mate or mates, depending on your species.” While half the class muttered excitedly about soul-bonded mates, Miss Raven pulled out a stack of papers from her briefcase. Then she leaned back against her desk and snapped her fingers.

“Today we will discuss how you can tell if you have met your mate.” A hand shot up. “Yes, Mr. Brisk?”

“Do soul bonds exist? My dad says they’re a myth.”

“Soul bonds are rare, but the goddess is benevolent enough to bless some of us with a soul-bonded mate. We’ll also be discussing regular mate bonds between shifters, especially wolves and felines.” She waved her hand dismissively. “Lesser shifters like reptiles have their own behaviors that are not relevant to most of us.”

I rolled my eyes at her blatant dismissal of lesser shifters. Honestly, anyone would think from her attitude only the biggest, most powerful shifter species counted.

“Does anyone know what it feels like when you meet your soul-bonded mate?”

Several hands shot up, but Miss Raven pointed to a tiger shifter.

“Yeah. My brother said all he wanted to do was fuck his mate when he met her.”

“That’s correct, even if the delivery could use some work, Mr. Hammond.” The tiger smirked.