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

　　Blood splatters across the door as I push it open. The heavy wood creeks under my fists, and my knuckles burn from the impact. I don't have the balls to look in the mirror in my office. I know I am covered in blood.


　　I have never had a loyalty problem before. I have never had to use my Alpha Command on every pack member before. Today I broke every rule I put in place for myself when I became an Alpha. The blood that drips from my body belongs to those who dared to defy me. I never expected so many of my pack members to still be loyal to my father or Theo, but their opinion no longer matters. They are dead, all of them.


　　I close my eyes and try to calm the unease in my mind. I don't like what this situation has turned me into. This is how my father would have dealt with the traitors. The sound of their screams and their begging fills my head, and I can't seem to shake it free. But they left me no choice. An example had to be made.


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