Page 83 of Wolf Unseen

And after everything he’d endured this afternoon, he needed rest.

“I’ll take you back to your dorm,” I offered. Then I’d know exactly which room was his.

“Not a chance, stalker boy,” my honey bunny huffed, clambering off the sofa. I watched as he walked up to Tank, chewing his lip in a way that made my dick ache all over again.

“Thanks, big guy. I owe you one.” Tank went rigid. Honestly, it was pathetic. The idiot had the social skills of a blowfish.

He grunted something and patted Riley on the shoulder.

Honey bunny threw one last glare in my direction before stomping out of our apartment, taking my bleeding heart with him.

49

Tate

Dad’s words rang in my ears as I drove through the gates of Moonfall Academy.

“Keep a close eye on the Frosthaven heir. If he loses control again, it will cause us problems with the Shifter Council.”

Marcel Frosthaven was my father’s business associate. They’d worked together for years, combining resources and expanding their influence within the global shifter mafia. Marcel wasn’t as ruthless as my father, but he had a talent for strategy. Together, they made a formidable team.

Pack first had always been Dad’s motto, even to the detriment of family, and if he believed Marcel’s son and heir was putting our pack at risk by attracting unwanted attention from the rulers of our magical society, he wouldn’t hesitate to take him out, along with his entire family.

I parked my truck and headed into our apartment. A faint roar echoed from the forest, signaling a shifter had gone full fur. I slowed down to listen, wondering if it was one of my brothers, but when another roar reached me, I realized it was the lion shifter—Hunter Leone.

Hmm. Guess he had some shit to work out. The school discouraged students from shifting at night because the forest was home to wild wolves and other predators, but faculty members could do whatever the fuck they liked. Besides, the lion shifter was highly unlikely to be taken down by a wild wolf or other beast.

Even Tank’s wolf would struggle to win a fight against the lion; they were too evenly matched in size and aggression.

It was no wonder my father had approached Leone to see if he would step into the octagon with Tank. It would be a fight for the ages. One that would rake in the money for my father and Marcel Frosthaven.

Sadly for Dad, Leone had turned him down.

A hint of burned sugar tickled my nose as I reached our apartment. My beast woke up immediately. He’d been quiet since leaving the pack estate, angry that I’d forced him down when Dad threatened Tank. My wolf wanted to challenge my father for dominance, but as I kept reminding him, we weren’t ready to become pack alpha.

The burned sugar smell grew stronger when I stepped inside, which sent my wolf crazy. I’d caught the same scent at the fight ring shortly before Tank lost his shit. Then again at the coffee shop Camilla dragged me into.

Why my wolf had shown a strong interest in a fucking male hybrid wolf was baffling. He knew we had to make a powerful match. Our pack would never accept a human hybrid as their alpha’s mate.

Pushing all thoughts of the pesky hybrid wolf aside, I stepped into our apartment and inhaled sharply. The intense burned sugar smell in here hit me right in the gut and balls. I stiffened in my pants, unable to control my base reaction to the little wolf’s scent.

Goddess, was this the work of a siren enchantment?

It had to be. I’d never experienced lust this intense before.

Tobias appeared in his bedroom doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“You okay, brother?” he asked with a smirk. He glanced down, clocking my erection, and his smirk morphed into a gleeful grin. “You look like you need attention.”

Ignoring his dig, I scowled. “We agreed no fuck toys in our apartment.”

Tobias’s grin fell away. “Fuck toys?”

“Yes, fuck toys, Tobias. I can smell the hybrid. Why was he here?” I hated that he’d been here. It was hard enough ignoring his presence on campus without having to deal with him in my personal space.

How the fuck was I supposed to relax when his deliciously intoxicating scent drove me fucking insane?

“First off, I did not bring a fuck toy, as you so delightfully call them, to our apartment. Tank showed up with hon—Riley.”