The third time she tried to flirt with me during training, I ignored her completely.
The fifth time, I told her to stop.
The seventh time—after she pressed her body too close during a hold and whispered something about “letting go of what hurts”—I snapped.
I shoved her back, hard enough for her to stumble in the dirt, gasps rising from the other trainees around us.
“I’m not interested,” I said through clenched teeth. “Don’t touch me like that again.”
Her face twisted—not in shame, but fury. She was humiliated. I could smell it.
“You think you’re too good for anyone now just because you bit the Alpha?” she sneered, standing up and brushing the dust from her uniform. “Or is it because of that human girl?”
That did it.
Mateo growled low in my mind, and my claws flexed before I could s
