Rejecting the Mating Bond

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ll onto his forehead like a silken blanket. Sometimes, when I was alone at night, I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers through those silken strands, to brush my fingers over those lips that could temp

plained or got clingy. He had that effect on women, no matter the age. He always, alw

f not the most dangerous of predators. He had the scent of the Alpha, would become our Alpha as soon as Alpha Nicolas retired. And we could all feel it, the time would come soon eno

d eyes that made me draw in a breath. Damn, but the guy was beautiful. No, not in a feminine way; those cheekbones, those lips, that nose...i

ing my thoughts, and I instantly looked away and focused on the paper

lities. It provides as a training facility and a school for powerful wolves. My older brother, Riley, had gone there along with Clay since they were the same age and my brother was the future beta of the pack. Clay had been handsom

acing my hand over my racing heart, I looked around me to ensure that no one had noticed my brief distraction, but everyone else seemed busy groaning over their test papers. Clay might distract everyone in

he indistinct murmurs in the class a

ing into my palm as I stared into gemstone eyes. It was

my rigid shoulders, my extremely carefully crafted poker face. “Collect all papers and bring them to my o

hs and dramatic looks while some women gave me envious glares as I took their papers, but no one spoke to me directly. They were too scared of my brother to bully me, which is one thing I had always b

er and the papers in both hands, muttering a thank you to one boy who held the door open for me so

I could deposit the papers and make a run for it. No matter how big of a crush I might have on Clay, I fou

inst my senses, but as the pack’s future healer, I’ll need to be in his contac

ion was for nothing because the staff room was completely empty when I reached it. Placing the stack of papers on the desk with Clay

oaned when she fina

.” Dorothy Summers, or Ruth, as I like to call her for short, smi

have to sneak up on me in weird places!” I told her exa

air; icy blue eyes and porcelain white skin that sometimes made me look like a ghost, if I wore all white. Dorothy was also about five feet and eight inches with voluptu

pack with her parents from a smaller neighbouring pack which was planning a major shift in location because some of their wolves had

tion of the college courtyard. That courtyard was linked to the neighbouring open

hat had an unusual outgrowth where one of the low branches touches the ground, creating a pleasant seating area for us. It was a bit further inside the forest which was fine by us

ouples hidden behind trees doing what any hormonal juvenile would b

t was awash with power and more than a bit familiar. And along with that scent

art thundered as the two sc

cking down low on the ground with me following close behind before s

nopy of the evergreen trees. But the other woman being naked wasn’t what surprised me; we were wolves who could transform into our animal counterparts with ease, and nakedness was

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