I hurried forward, putting my makeup-wipe-clad hand on the door to stop him as I looked up at his face.
Holy shit, he was even more stunning when I stopped objectifying his chest.
“Wait, don’t—” I began.
Our eyes met.
The moment they did, his turned red.
An angry snarl tore through his chest. It almost sounded like a word.
“Mate.”
It was probably something else though, right?
Hate?
Date?
Kate?
…probably not Kate.
My jaw literally dropped as the man’s body started to change.
Fur broke out on his skin as he shifted, and it strained against the fabric of the sweatpants that remained around his middle as a strong wolf replaced an insanely-muscular man.
“Holy fuck, we were right,” I breathed, clutching the cake dome against my chest while my heart pounded wildly.
I’d been joking with Zoe, but a werewolf guylegitimately answered the door and shifted.
What did that mean?
Why did he saymate?
And why did he sound so angry about it?
The wolf’s chest was heaving, and the beast was absolutely glaring at me
“It’s okay,” I whispered to him. “I like wolves.”
That was bullshit.
I had no idea if I liked wolves.
But I liked the idea of being abducted by a hot werewolf and falling in love, which was exactly what happened according to the stories people whispered around campus.
I didn’t know if it could technically apply to a professor. Usually, students were the ones having those experiences. But why couldn’t it work for me too?
The wolf growled at me.
I took a few small steps backward—and accidentally managed to find the stairs.
My foot slipped out from underneath me, and I squeaked again as I went down.
My ass hit the dirt so hard that my cake flopped sideways against the dome in my arms. Tears stung my eyes as pain radiated up my tailbone.
Oh, dear lord. I was going to cry in front of an angry, sexy werewolf. That definitely wasn’t going to win him over.
