Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

Kael

I stood on the stage, arranging materials for the evening’s orientation sessions as each orientation officer came on stage to talk to the new students.

Every few seconds, I found myself checking the door, waiting for a familiar figure that hadn’t appeared yet.

I was worried about Eamon. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, as much as I’d spent the entire morning trying to convince myself I didn’t care.

It didn’t help that Eamon had not shown up for morning orientation classes, and now, almost at the end of the day’s activity, there was still no sign of him. I had a gut feeling something was seriously wrong.

My wolf was restless, pacing, growling in the back of my mind. I was agitated and anxious.

After Slater had rushed out in the morning to chase after the sentinel who had taken Eamon, I had seized the opportunity to search through Slater’s room, hoping to find some clue about what was going on between the Riggs brothers.

I looked through the drawers, checking personal belongings and even examining the trash. But I didn’t find anything useful, and I wasn’t entirely sure what I was looking for.

But I had found a jacket with Eamon’s scent on it, and, like a fool, I was slowly morphing into. I spent a few minutes sniffing the coat.

That scent haunted me.

Just like the kiss.