When I told Bria to let my cum run down her thighs, I didn't think she'd actually listen. But when she walked down the walkway of my classroom toward the front row with Jasmine and Levi, her thighs were still covered with my cum.

And her little pussy was still salivating for my cock. As soon as she sat in the front row, the scent hit me harder than Adan had the other day in the forest. I grasped the edges of the standing desk and cursed to myself.

"How was your morning, Professor Lee?" Bria teased, giving me a small smile in front of all these other human students. She wanted to break me yet again today, and if she kept this up, she would.

Don't get me wrong, I loved teaching mythology, but my mate's scent was so much better than anything I had ever smelled before. So much so that it drove me over the edge nearly every single time. Which meant one thing: Bria's wolf was growing quickly.

After I had marked her, everything became way more intense.

And now this feeling was only growing.

Most human-turned-werewolves didn't shift until their first full moon, which would've meant that we had nearly a month before Bria shifted, but she had been getting stronger so much faster than any other human I had seen. It was unreal.

So far I had seen glimpses of her wolf, and I couldn't wait until I met her.

"It was good, Ms. Benton," I said, shuffling through some papers and feeling my eyes shift slightly. My wolf wanted out, wanted to devour every inch of her body right here and right now. I didn't want to wait any longer.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" someone said to Jasmine, pulling me out of my little trance. Levi, Jasmine, and Bria glanced over at a boy with thick, black glasses, pimples, and about ten mythology books in his hands. "I just transferred and wanted to make sure nobody else was sitting here."

Jasmine smiled at him and moved her backpack in front of her legs to give him room. "Sure! Not many people like sitting in the front, so all these seats are pretty much empty. What's your name? Isn't it a bit late to change classes?"

I eyed him and pressed my lips together. Jasmine was right. It was too late to switch classes; the two week period was over which meant that nobody new should be transferring into my class unless they had gotten clearance from Chancellor Wilmar. And the chancellor didn't mention anything this morning about a new student.

But that asshole loved giving me trouble, either way.

Levi rolled his eyes. "Didn't you just switch into this class?"

"Why don't you shut your mouth, Levi?" Jasmine snarled. "I'm trying to be friendly."

The boy laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, glancing at Bria. "I kinda sucked up to Chancellor Wilmar to switch out of calculus. I'm not the best at math, which I've quickly found out. Anyway, I'm Holden."

"Hi Holden." Bria stuck out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Bria."

When he took her hand, I nearly let a growl slip through my lips. I balled my hands into fists behind the standing desk and cleared my throat. "Sit down," I said a bit too harshly to the class. "Class is beginning."

Yet all class, I kept an eye on Holden. I didn't know what it was, but something was off about him. Maybe I was too fucking possessive of Bria, but still that didn't seem like the only explanation. Holden might've seemed into her, but there was something more, something else.

"Holden," I called after class, before he could pack his belongings. "Can I talk to you?"

Holden looked over his shoulder, scurried over to me with his hands stuffed into his pockets, and smiled. "Hi, Professor Lee. I'm Holden. I transferred into this class last minute with Chancellor Wilmar's approval. I hope you don't mind."

"What class are you coming from?"

"Calculus."

"Which professor?"

"Uh, he had a long gray beard, bushy eyebrows."

"Professor Garett?" I asked Holden.

Professor Garett was a female English professor that had never even set foot in the mathematics building.

"Yeah, that's him," Holden said, pushing up his glasses again. "I couldn't focus in there."

I pressed my lips together, still unable to figure him out. Why was he lying? More importantly, why had he transferred into this class? He was a human who had no excuse to really be here. And he surely wasn't part of Adan's pack at all.

"You shouldn't have transferred. You'll need to make up an exam," I said.

"No problem," Holden said, walking back over to his desk and clapping his hands on the stack of mythology textbooks he had taken from the library. "I've been studying for this class all weekend and catching up on all the work on the syllabus. I'll be ready to take it at the end of this week."

"Great," I said between clenched teeth.

Fucking great.

"We're going to have lunch on the quad," Jasmine said to him. "You're welcome to join."

He hiked his backpack onto his shoulders and pushed up his glasses, nervously scratching his neck under his sweater, pulling it down enough to display the tattoo he had on his shoulder. And it wasn't any tattoo.

It was a symbol of the Council.