Alexander thought he had already become something of a freak himself, but clearly there were people even bolder.
When Vivian noticed his gaze, she blushed furiously and snatched the textbook off the desk, holding it up like a shield.
‘Oh god, he must think I’m a total pervert…’
Her face burned.
She had tried to play the confident hot girl like her friends, but now she wanted to crawl under the floor.
Still, she couldn’t help stealing another glance at Alexander’s sculpted arms and chest.
Her breathing quickened, her eyes turning soft and misty.
‘Emma already broke up with him… so that means I have a chance, right?’
“Excuse me, I dropped my pen. Could you help me pick it up?” she asked innocently.
Alexander raised an eyebrow but leaned down anyway.
As he reached for the pen that had somehow rolled under her seat, Vivian shifted her hips and parted her legs just enough to make the movement “accidental.”
The short skirt rode up dangerously high, black lace and a tiny thong.
‘She did that on purpose.’
He retrieved the pen, his fingers briefly brushing against the smooth, warm skin of her inner thighs as she playfully clamped her legs together for a second.
The soft, elastic pressure sent a spark of heat through him.
Vivian stared straight ahead at the blackboard, cheeks flushed, pretending nothing had happened.
Alexander straightened up, lips twitching with reluctant amusement.
‘Clever girl.’
The rest of class passed in a haze of tension.
Vivian kept finding excuses to lean closer, her perfume and body heat making his werewolf senses go haywire.
When the bell finally rang, several girls crowded around him to exchange contacts.
“My parents are out of town,” she whispered, slipping a note into his hand with a sultry smile.
“Come over anytime.”
Alexander glanced at the address on the paper as she walked away, hips swaying.
He sighed quietly.
He had zero interest in pursuing someone with a reputation like hers.
His heightened senses and instincts made casual hookups feel…
unappealing.
He preferred something more genuine or at least less openly transactional.
Still, the constant attention was starting to wear on him.
Between the girls’ bold advances and his bloodline stirring restlessly, he needed to get out of here before something unfortunate happened in public.