Solange Daye

I take a deep breath as I step out of the car, and Kyle's sandalwood scent hits me like a ton of bricks.
My wolf growls in my mind, "Mate." 
Kyle strides toward me with his arms outstretched, but before he can reach me, Atticus gets out of the car behind me. A low growl rumbles in Atticus's chest, serving as a reminder that I belong to him. 
I clear my throat awkwardly, "Alpha Kyle, this is Alpha Atticus of the Warrior Pack."  

***
Eryn's life was going according to plan. She had the man of her dreams and received a prestigious invitation to the Warrior Academy. What she didn't plan on was the immediate betrayal from Kyle as soon as she left the Twilight Pack. 
Heartbroken from the betrayal, she turns to Atticus, the gruff Alpha of the Warrior Pack and the head professor. As she finds comfort in Atticus's unwavering support, an unexpected bond forms between them. 
However, when the three- Eryn, Kyle, and Atticus- are brought together, emotions run high, and things become even more complicated. While Kyle fights to win back Eryn, Atticus fights to keep her. 
Who will Eryn finally choose? Her Brother's Best Friend or Her Alpha Professor?  

My Brother's Best Friend and My Alpha Professor

　　I am sitting in the front row of the classroom and quickly realizing my mistake. Atticus has been droning on for over an hour about a war between werewolves and lycans that happened at some point in our history.


　　Cassie kept me up ridiculously late last night, giggling and dry-humping Jackson while I was trying to sleep. She and I are going to have to have a serious conversation about her sex habits when I am in the room.


　　Lazily, I am resting my head on my hand and doodling on a scrap piece of paper. I am not soaking in anything that Atticus is teaching. I will have to read the textbook later. My eyes begin to grow heavy, and I can feel myself nodding off.


　　Atticus walks by my desk, but I don't look up from my doodles. They are the only thing keeping me awake. Suddenly, my arm is knocked out from under me, and I face-plant on the desk. My forehead hits the desk with a loud thud, and the class erupts into laughter.


CHAPTER 28 Class