“Thanks. Got it about ten years ago. That was my childhood cat, Eevie.”
“She’s gorgeous,” I murmur.
His eyes flick to mine, his face softening. “She was great.”
I smile softly. Bean looks like he could be Eevie’s long-lost nephew, and it makes a warm sensation settle in my stomach.
At my smile, Fang’s breath catches and he clears his throat. “Anyway, I just wanted to introduce myself to you. If you have any questions before the quiz, my email is on the syllabus.”
“Thanks.” I grin, my internal panic from before subsiding. I have a genuinely good feeling about the Alpha in front of me. Sure, he’s ridiculously handsome, smells beyond tempting, and that black button-up shirt has to be at least a size too small, but he also screamsgood person.
“Nice to meet you, Fang.”
It’s only after I leave the room that I realize he only mentioned his email, not the office hours that he offered to everyone earlier.
6
FANG
I’ve learnedtoday that I’m not a good person.
I always knew I was a bit…different. A little too loud, a little too much of a smart-ass, and maybe a bit too intense for people.
Which is fine. It’s really fucking fine.
I’m great at what I do. I get to teach music and bring out the hidden talents in people.
I love it, and I thought maybe that would balance out the other less than desirable parts of myself.
But today?
Today, Maeve Brooks walked into the room and almost shattered me.
Someone who wasn’t even supposed to be in my class—I enrolled her as a favor for Avery, who told me his sister was going through a hard time and my instruction could be helpful for her.
He had trusted me with his younger Omega sister, and I was more than willing to allow her to attend.
Avery is a good man. A genuinely good person—the type that someone would be happy to do a favor for.
But what Avery failed to tell me—and how the fuck could he have known—was that his sister might as well be my scent match.
I had hoped, hadprayedthat the sweet scent had been from anyone else but her.
But it was all Maeve.
Maeve, with her faded purple hair, dark lipstick, and worn leather jacket.
Like she was made specifically for me, like the universe had crafted an Omega drawn purely from my fantasies.
I didn’t look at her for the duration of the class, except for at the end, when my selfish inner Alpha just had to introduce himself to her.
What a mistake that was.
She was even more stunning up close—sweet, with a smile so breathtaking I would have it tattooed on my body.
I could write a song about that smile, that scent.
I run a hand through my hair, scowling at my desk, furious at Avery.
