Page 92 of Wolf Unseen

Stars, that dress… It took all my willpower to focus on her beautiful face, not her tits, but I needed to know her identity. The more I scanned her features, the more familiar she seemed.

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I should go.” Her scent changed from sweet to sour, which killed my erection immediately. I gave her my usual flirtatious smile, the one that never failed to charm the females.

“Let me fetch you a drink, and then we can get to know each other better.”

The way she rolled her eyes at my blatant attempt to seduce her reminded me of the hybrid wolf, my mate—even if he refused to accept it. My honey bunny always saw through my bullshit.

Then it hit me: this female was Riley’s double. Was she his sister? Was that why they had the same scent?

“Hey,” I began, raking my fingers through my hair. “Are you related to Riley Scott, by any chance, the hybrid shifter at Moonfall Academy?”

The female’s eyes widened, and to my surprise, her pink cheeks paled.

“You look like him,” I continued. “Red hair, green eyes, and the same delicious burned sugar scent.”

“Sorry, I don’t know who that is,” she snapped, her lie stinging my nose. Before I could call her out, she jabbed me in the chest hard enough to leave a bruise and then ran back inside.

Instead of chasing her like I wanted to do, I leaned against the wall and waited for my heart to stop pounding in my chest and my inner beast to quit howling.

Why would she lie about knowing Riley?

Riley was my mate. I knew this in my bones. But I felt the same moon-fated pull to this little female too. The same intense attraction and desire to claim her as mine.

Something didn’t add up.

The only explanation I could come up with was that because this female wolf was also a hybrid, she probably assumed I’d want nothing to do with her.

I huffed to myself. Shifters were always so quick to judge me. Sure, I was an alpha wolf, and yes, my father worked for Tyrone Montes, but unlike the Montes pack alpha, I wasn’t a shifter supremacist asshole.

One day soon, Tate would challenge Tyrone and oust the old bastard once and for all. And when that happened, he would lead the pack in a new, more inclusive direction.

Tyrone Montes might discriminate against lesser shifters, but I didn’t, and if my soul-bond mates were hybrids, then I had no problem with that.

I had enough love in my heart to keep two mates happy. More than enough.

55

Tank

Why was I here? Social events were not for me. The music hurt my sensitive ears, and I hated the endless fearful looks if I caught a shifter’s eye.

The only time I enjoyed being among other shifters was in the fight ring. At least there I could let my aggression out. Here, not so much.

I approached the makeshift bar, grateful for once that the crowd parted before me, everyone eager to avoid attracting my attention. Drinking fae wine was a bad idea, but it helped numb my overstimulated senses.

I shouldn’t have listened to Tate. He was adamant that I come to the dumb ball. Show your face, he said. Prove to our fathers you’re in control, not your wolf.

Damn stupid ball. My shirt felt too tight across my shoulders and wearing dress pants offended me. Because it was Halloween, we were supposed to wear costumes, but I drew the line there. Tate had donned a frilly white shirt covered in fake blood and tight leather pants, while Tobias wore a dark shirt and some devil horns.

They both looked stupid, but from all the longing stares we’d received since arriving, the females didn’t agree.

I grunted at the guy serving behind the bar. He pulled a dusty bottle of cloudy fae wine from a crate and poured me a generous measure. Tate’s father had supplied the liquor for tonight, receiving a generous sum in return.

The fae wine burned like fire as it slid down my gullet, helping to ease some of the tension in my frame. I glanced at my watch. Fuck my life, I’d be stuck here for at least another hour.

Tate had driven us here, but I planned to catch the first bus back to campus. Tobias loved to party, and Tate needed to maintain a high profile at events like this. As the future pack alpha, he represented his father, and many of the shifters here were Montes pack members.

Everyone continued to give me a wide berth as I drank my fae wine. Tobias disappeared some time ago while Tate stood across the room with Camilla. The she-wolf wore the sluttiest dress I’d ever seen. I had no clue what she thought she looked like, but desperate sprang to mind.