He goes by Fang—which somehow makes it worse.
I want to know why. Is it because he bites? Is he some type of mythical guitar vampire Alpha?
He looks like a literal rockstar—dark inky-black hair that falls into his icy blue eyes, and tattoos that peek above the collar of his tight fitting black button-up shirt.
I sit in the back of the class, but if I squint, I swear I can make out the dark shape of a cat tattooed his wrist.
If he’s a cat lover, I’ll lose my mind.
Yet throughout the class, as much as I try to pay attention, my thoughts bounce all over the place.
He is much more attractive than I expected, and my body is acting like he’smine.
My inner Omega is just as excited about Fang as she is about Logan.
In her head, she’s collecting Alphas like they’re trading cards.
But I manage to get through the guitar class without acting like his scent is affecting me—the buttery leather aroma has my mouth watering, but I force myself to not squirm in my seat.
I’m here tolearn, not start building a pack in my head.
Not to imagine how Ivan would get along with Fang, and if awkward Logan could somehow fit in with the two of them.
It’s all purely hypothetical, anddefinitelynot happening.
He’s my brother’s colleague and my professor.
And if my underwear suddenly becomes damp with slick, no one needs to know.
“I gave you a shit ton of information today,” he says, his full lips pulled into an almost smile. His voice is low, but his tone is playful and teasing. “And I have a feeling that for a lot of you, this is your first time ever reading music.” Quiet groans and mumbling from the other students fill the room. “My class isn’t about just learning to strum a guitar. You’re going to respect and understand where the sound comes from.”
I raise an eyebrow at his intensity. I appreciate his passion.
That’s not the only thing we appreciate about him,my inner Omega purrs.
I squirm in my seat. She’s being a filthy pervert while I’m here tolearn,to find something else to throw myself into instead of unfounded worries about the cats I care about.
“There will be a quiz next class, just to make you all mad.” He grins and my stomach falls. “But I do have office hours available, if you need to schedule time with me.”
And for the first time the entire class, his piercing blue eyes flick to mine, but only for a split second.
It’s over so quickly that maybe I imagined it.
Fang has spent his time addressing other students, casting confident, knowing glances around the room to everyone but me.
I know I’m in the back row of seats, but it’s a little unsettling that he hasn’t looked at me at all until now.
But he dismisses us, and I grab my guitar case and am about to leave the room with the other students when I hear my name called.
“Maeve?”
I spin around, and suddenly I’m face to face with him, his leather scent even more mouthwatering the closer I am.
I knew he was handsome. But as I crane my neck to look up at him, I can see the gold flecks that stand out in the blue of his eyes and the slight crinkles around them.
He’s breathtaking.
The other students have spilled out of the room, and I’m aware of how his scent swirls around me, potent and intoxicating.
