Page 93 of Wolf Unseen

He caught my eye and grimaced as Camilla leaned in, yammering away like usual. Why did he put up with the stupid she-wolf? No matter what she told herself in that pea brain of hers, Tate would never claim her as his luna. Sure, her family was powerful, and her father had connections, but Camilla as pack luna? No.

The she-wolf was pretty enough, but she lacked the intelligence and empathy to be luna to a powerful alpha.

I turned away from them and scanned the crowd, searching for the little hybrid but not seeing him. Then a flash of red hair caught my eye.

Only it was a female, not the little hybrid. I almost looked away, but my wolf perked up and tracked the female as she pushed through the crowd. The angel wings strapped to her back fluttered as she moved, while a small halo bobbed in her red hair.

Her shiny white dress was as tight as Camilla’s, but on the little redhead, it looked sexy rather than slutty. Whereas Camilla pouted and preened, courting male attention, this little shifter seemed oblivious to the males drooling over her.

My wolf pushed against the bars of his cage, unhappy at how many males tried touching the red-haired female. One, a pathetic weasel shifter, groped her ass. She rammed her elbow back into his ribs with a growl.

I dropped my glass and stormed forward, ready to tear the weasel’s head from his shoulders. As I got closer, the female’s burned sugar scent burst over me, sending my wolf feral with need, and when a second male weasel reached for the female, yanking her against his side with a lecherous leer, I saw red.

My wolf burst from my skin and leaped forward. Students screamed in panic and fled, falling over each other in their efforts to escape.

The weasel with his arm around the female pissed himself and fell to the floor with a desperate squeal. My wolf roared his displeasure and then sat down, tail thumping on the floor. The pretty redhead stepped away from the weasel in disgust.

I fully expected her to scream when she saw my wolf panting at her, but to my surprise, she just rolled her eyes.

“Bad, wolfie,” she scolded. “I don’t need protecting, but thank you anyway.” Tate came running over, having abandoned Camilla.

“Shift back, you dumb fuck,” he growled, ignoring the little female. She pursed her lips and glared at the alpha.

“That’s no way to talk to your friend, asshole.”

Tate’s eyes flashed gold as he scanned her from head to toe and then shook his head dismissively.

“I don’t know who you are…but kindly fuck off.”

My wolf growled threateningly at Tate, unhappy about how he talked to our mate.

Mate? She can’t be our mate! Riley is our mate! Goddess, what the fuck was happening to me? Had my wolf truly lost his marbles?

I flinched as Tate tried forcing me to shift back with an alpha command, but my wolf was having none of it. He sniffed and harrumphed before we turned away from our friend. The alpha dominance radiating from Tate tainted the air, pushing anyone still in the room to the floor.

All except the little female. She tapped her toe and huffed loudly.

“All this dick swinging is giving me a headache,” she muttered. “I need another fucking drink.” My wolf whined pitifully as she stomped off toward the exit, and before I could stop him, he’d bounded after her.

I heard Tate yelling something, but my wolf didn’t give two fucks. All he cared about was this little female with the burned sugar scent and red hair. I didn’t understand how she and Riley were connected, but my wolf wasn’t interested in the details. He said she was his, and until he let me shift back, I couldn’t do a damn thing but follow our angel.

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Tate

Igazed around at the sea of flattened bodies felled by my alpha dominance. All except my friend and the red-haired female. My wolf tracked her curvy little body as she stalked away, Tank’s wolf trailing after her like a pathetic lost puppy.

Seeing Tank’s feral beast behaving like a submissive little bitch would have been hilarious under different circumstances, but I knew damn well this incident would get back to his father and also mine.

Fuck my life.

I ground my teeth in frustration. Where the fuck was Tobias?

Dance music pumped from hidden speakers, making my head ache. Nobody moved a muscle as I crossed the ballroom toward the double doors where I’d last seen Tobias. I stepped on a male’s fingers by accident, causing him to yelp in pain. Not that I cared. He should have had the good sense to leave the minute Tank shifted. Stupid asshole.

Cold air helped cool my temper when I stepped outside. Tobias stood by the wall that overlooked a terrace, his usual smile absent for once.

“We have a problem,” I told him. “Tank’s lost his shit again.”