I’ve never slept with a student until I met Bria Benton.
She’s half my age, an innocent human who doesn’t know werewolves like me exist, and my fated mate.
With the threat of war against another pack looming over my head, I need to stay away from her. But she always sits in the front row dressed in short skirts and those beautiful doe eyes that beg me to talk to her.
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