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

　　The morning comes too soon. The light shines through the window like a thief coming to take Atticus from me. I close my eyes tightly, trying to block out the rays, silently begging for a few more hours with my mate. Atticus is already stirring beside me, and I know our time together is limited. Why did I have to do the noble thing and agree to stay behind? For once in my life, I want to be selfish. I want to put myself first.  


　　Atticus grumbles, flexing his arms around me. His fingers dig into my skin like he is trying to leave a permanent mark of where he has been. Eventually, he lets go. "I have to get ready." 


　　I nod. It is the only thing I can do. The thick ball in my neck won't let me speak. When he gets out of bed, I curl into myself, trying to replace his warmth. I hate this.  


　　After a few moments of pouting, I manage to sit up, and Atticus pulls his shirt over my head. I laugh to myself, breathing in his rich scent. "I am never taking this off."  


CHAPTER 105 My Child