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."  

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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

　　Atticus has been gone for a week, and I feel myself falling into a depression. The last time we were apart, awful, terrible things happened. I cannot help but feel that this time will be no different.


　　He promised to call me, but I haven't heard from him yet. He wouldn't even tell me who was the first on his list to "visit," claiming the less I know, the better. So, I think about him all the time. I try to focus on the good memories. The ones that make me smile, but my smile never lasts long. Not when I know he is on his vigilante tour. I hope when this is all over, things can be somewhat normal.


　　I huddle under the blankets, still wearing the t-shirt he left me in. His scent is fading from it and it is covered in baby food and spit up, but much to everyone's chagrin, I refuse to take it off. Creating a little fortress in the comfort of my bed, I let the tears fall. Neither Marcus nor Natalie are here to see me cry. It seems the perfect time to wallow in my despair.


CHAPTER 106 Wallowing