“Maybe I wouldn’t be inclined to talk so much if you weren't so boring to listen to.” Jamie snarks back, a grin on his face like always. “Thought I’d give the rest of the class something to keep them from falling asleep at their desks.”
He closes his eyes, mimicking snoring, letting his head drop before it snaps up like he’s shocking himself awake, before laughing.
Yeah, that's it. I’m done with these boys.
“If you think my class is so boring–” I snarl, storming off the stage and over toward where the three of them are sitting front and center. Jamie’s smile grows, like he’s getting off on this. That getting a rise out of me makes him hard. Slamming my hands down on the desk, I lean in close. “Then maybe you should drop out and take another one.”
I’ve never been this close to any of them. I make it my mission to avoid them as much as possible.
I should have stuck to that plan.
Because as I loom over Jamie, my face merely an inch from his, nostrils flaring as I breathe heavily, I get a lungfull of his scent.
Bergamot and sandalwood invade my mind, body and soul. My gut turns as my cock thickens in my pants.
A whimper lodges in my throat as my eyes widen in horror.
No. No fucking way. This isn’t happening right now. I refuse to believe it.
Jamie’s eyes widen. “I fucking knew it!” he shouts.
In panic, my hand shoots out, covering his mouth. The feeling of his warm skin against mine sends a tingle down my spine and right to my balls.
I snatch my hand away like I’ve been burnt. My eyes flick over to Alaric and Tatum. Low rumbling growls vibrate in their chests, their nostrils flaring, eyes wide and feral.
Two more scents slam into me as a wave of ocean breeze and pumpkin marshmallows causes me to stumble back.
All three of them. All fucking three of them are my scent matches. I can feel it in my fucking bones.
My literal worst nightmare is coming true. Pure panic starts to set in as my body breaks out in a sweat. I don’t know what to do. What to think.
“Beckham.” Jamie’s excited smile slips into a look of concern. “It’s okay."
No. Nothing about this is okay. It’s far from fucking okay.
“C-class is over.” I stammer out, my limbs heavy, head spinning like I’m underwater. Turning around, I stumble my way to my desk, grabbing whatever I can get my hands on before clutching my belongings to my chest and getting the hell out of here.
Away from them.
Even though every cell in my body is screaming at me to return to them, to go back to my alphas.
They are not my alphas! They can’t be. I refuse it. I refuse them.
I don’t want a pack. I don’t want alphas. And the last fucking thing I need is a pack of three boys who like to swing their dicks around like they’re better then everyone else.
They are my students. God. I can’t get fired. I can’t lose my job. I need this job. My dad would never let me leave again, not after trying for years to get me back.
If I lose my job, he will expect me to be more involved with the business. And I can’t do that either. I can’t spend more time aroundhim.I’d rather fucking die.
I can hear someone calling my name, but I ignore them as I burst out of the lecture hall.
I need to get far away from here, from them. Their mouthwatering scents.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I’m screwed. So fucking screwed.
CHAPTER 6
