‘Magnus, nice of you to join the class. Just because you are the future Alpha does not mean you get special privileges. Now take your seat before you get yourself detention,’
I growl under my breath, ‘Yes Mr. Thomson,’ and plonk my books onto the table and take my seat next to Nina.
Nina stiffens in surprise as I sit beside her. She looks at me and is trying to contain a smile. I try to tune her presence out and tune into Mr. Thompson. He talks about different types of soil which are low in nutrients and which are high in nutrients. Nina’s pen flicks back and forth as she listens to Mr. Thomson. Her hands are small and dainty and her nails have been freshly manicured and painted with a very light subtle pink. Her long brown hair drape down her arms. I watch as she tucks her hair be
