Chapter 12: Screwed identity
ALPHA MAVERICK'S POV
I never expected what was happening right now.
When I heard about the rogue who was studying at the University and breaking human laws, I had never guessed I would meet this beautiful girl here.
It amazed me, the way her hair flailed, her lavender smell wafting through my nostrils as soon as she turned to look at me with a sheepish smile, I don't think I would be able to get that image out of my head anytime soon.
I didn't know I had it in me to find a she-wolf cute. I always found them annoying because most of the unmated she-wolves would throw themselves at me since everyone knew I got rejected by my mate and was available.
I didn't particularly hate she-wolves, they just got on my nerves easily, but...this damned girl in front of me took my breath away.
"Cia! What are you doing here?! You brought the cat to the University again!" The dean scolded her as she looked down at her feet, making a circle with her toes while smiling, which made me smirk involuntarily.
So she was the naughtiest student that the dean was talking about.
But nothing was adding to the equation. She was a she-wolf for sure. She was definitely not a rogue because she didn't have that after-burned smell. Then what was she doing here? Didn't the council intel say it was a rogue who was hiding here?
An even stranger question was, why wasn't I able to smell her properly? Her scent was so faint that I wouldn't have been able to smell it if I wasn't concentrating so hard to catch the rogue.
And her wolf... Why the hell was I not able to feel anything around her or the type of rank she was? What kind of sorcery was this?