Page 63 of Wolf Unseen

All hell broke loose at the sight of my wolf. Shifters of all sizes ran screaming as my wolf pinned the bull shifter down, snarling and slavering in his terrified face. My beast could easily have killed the disrespectful bastard—and very much wanted to—but I yanked him back before he tore the cunt’s throat out.

I had tried to shift back at that point, but my wolf refused to let go. He wanted to find the female wolf shifter. Not caring that we were causing chaos, he howled and swiped at anyone who tried intervening, including Tate.

Not even Tate’s alpha command to shift back got through to my wolf. The chains tethering him had snapped.

As the water washed away the blood and sweat, I wondered how long it would take for my father to call. Markus would have told him about me losing control. No doubt the croc bastard would embellish the story to make it sound worse than it was.

I’d heard Tate and Tobias discuss the possibility that I was in the early stages of feral shifter disease. A small part of me wondered whether that was why I lost control of my wolf, but I dismissed the idea.

Scenting the female had shredded my self-control.

My abs clenched as I thought about the burned sugar scent that haunted my dreams. The way she had calmed my fractious wolf, cooling his aggression. I’d been hard since that night.

It didn’t matter how many times I fucked my hand to completion. Nothing helped.

My cock wept as I closed my eyes, lost in a fantasy where the little female let me chase her pretty rust-colored wolf through the forest before we claimed her and made her ours.

I gripped my shaft and pictured what she’d look like when she shifted back to her human form. Red hair, green eyes, and a body made for me.

It took mere seconds before my release painted the tiles in hot bursts that seemed to go on forever. I sank to the floor of the shower as the water cooled. Tomorrow, I’d search the entire campus.

The female had to be here somewhere.

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Tobias

The moon disappeared behind a cloud as I padded silently across campus. A bunny hopped across the lawn near the admin building and froze in terror when it caught my scent.

My wolf sniffed, offended that such a small creature would fear us. Unlike some of the disgusting cretins on campus, I didn’t torment those smaller and weaker than me. My motto was live and let live.

Make love, not war.

I loved to fuck. Or I did before I crossed paths with a small, hybrid wolf shifter.

The damn male had ruined me for all others. Infected my blood and made it impossible for my cock to get hard for any other creature, male or female.

Honestly, it was beyond frustrating. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an orgasm that didn’t involve my fucking hand.

Just this evening, a cute little jaguar shifter had waylaid me at the bar. She was just my type: smoky doe eyes, big tits, and an ass I could sink my teeth into. But the moment she slid her fingers under my tee, my wolf reacted with fury, and I nearly bit her fucking head off.

The female had run away terrified, which made me feel awful. I hated scaring females. Being an asshole to others wasn’t in my nature; that was Tate’s job. And he performed his role with aplomb most days.

Ignoring the frozen bunny that may or may not have died from a heart attack, I moved silently onward toward the other dorms. The faintest trace of burned sugar scent told me I was on the right path, and my wolf paced restlessly in my chest, eager to see our mate.

I’d nearly passed out from shock earlier when the little wolf kissed me. It was usually me in the driver’s seat, not the other way around.

My brow furrowed as I remembered how it felt to have the little wolf pressed against me. How soft his skin was, and how I’d wanted to kiss every inch of his delectable body.

Although…I still couldn’t figure out why the way he looked didn’t match the shape and feel of his body when I touched him. Something didn’t add up, and I was determined to solve the mystery.

I honestly didn’t care whether he was male or female. I’d love and care for my mate no matter what. Gender made no different. If the goddess had seen fit to gift me a mate, I would accept that gift with open arms.

Yes, I remained pissed my mate had junk-punched me and run away, but that ended tonight. No more running from fate.

Tate might not like it, but he could get fucked.

Fate overruled Tate Montes, no matter what he thought.