Page 38 of Wolf Unseen

“Does that mean you’re my mate, Miss Raven? Because I’d love to fu—”

The teacher slammed her palm down on his desk before leaning in, giving the tiger an excellent view of her cleavage.

“I am your teacher, Mr. Hammond. Such talk is highly inappropriate.” Her eyes flashed as her beast came to the fore. “One more comment like that and I’ll have no choice but to punish you.”

I got the impression that a punishment from Miss Raven was more of a reward, but thought better of saying so.

“When you meet your soul-bonded mate or mates, you will experience an overwhelming desire to seal the bond with them in a sexual way. Felines, bears, and wolves bite their mates as part of the bonding process. This bite, typically on the neck or shoulder, leaves a scar and is a visual sign to others that a shifter has a mate. It doesn’t prevent more mate bonds from being formed, however.”

“What if I want to fuck a mated female because it’s a full moon and I’m super horny?” a wolf shifter asked.

“A relevant question, Mr. Travis, but a mated female is not receptive to other males unless they are her mates.”

“But can I still fuck her?”

Was this asshole for real?

“Are you seriously asking if you can rape a female who isn’t receptive to your questionable charms?” I called, not bothering to stick my hand in the air.

“It’s not rape if she wants it,” the wolf muttered.

“Mr. Scott is correct,” Miss Raven said with an eye roll. “As I just explained, a mated female is never receptive to a male who is not her mate, so if you try to have sex with her, it would be a non-consensual interaction. And on that note, please complete the following worksheet on what consent looks like in sexual relationships.”

22

Riley

Iscanned the questions on the worksheet and rolled my eyes.

Why is consent in sexual relationships important? Because non-consensual sex is rape.

If a partner says no, how can you tell if they mean it? My pencil tore a hole in the paper as I scribbled my answer in the box. Because they are not at all aroused and try to attack you in a non-fun way.

What is the penalty for rape? Castration, followed by a life sentence in the magical penitentiary where the rapist gets ass-fucked daily by lots of angry porcupine shifters would be my recommendation, but it’s actually three to six months in the penitentiary.

Simon peered over at my answers and winced.

“Wow, you have some strong views on consent.”

“Consent is nonnegotiable,” I snapped, more loudly than I intended, because several shifters sitting nearby turned around.

“I like it when they scream,” a particularly ugly honey badger shifter sneered. “It turns me on.”

Goddess save us all from such rampant toxicity. Shifters like him were the reason females like me needed to learn self-defense.

Ignoring the honey badger dickwad, I finished the rest of the worksheet and sat back in my chair feeling depressed. Honestly, I pitied the poor females who discovered they were mates with this lot. Most of these fools had barely evolved from single-cell organisms.

“The full moon party is this weekend,” Miss Raven reminded us as she collected the worksheets. I saw her frown when she read a few of the scribbled answers from my peers, and I dreaded to think what bullshit certain shifters like the honey badger had written in response to questions like: Describe how you can tell if a potential partner is aroused as opposed to terrified? I shuddered.

“Now, I know the prospect of mixing with females from Moonrise Academy is exciting, but please remember to get your partner’s clear consent before sexual activity takes place!” Several of the shifters who still thought consent was optional rolled their eyes when Miss Raven turned away to check the clock on the wall.

“For this week’s assignment, I want a one-thousand-word report on the benefits of a mate bond. I’ll expect your report in my inbox by Sunday evening, not later than eight p.m.”

Loud groans filled the room. Saturday night was the full moon party, which meant most of the shifters in this classroom would spend Sunday sleeping off the effects of an all-night party with too much elkwine.

But not me.

While I planned to go to the full moon party because I figured most of my suspects would be there, I had no intention of partaking in the revelry, even if my wolf was excited about it, contrary to her usual apathy around the full moon.