Raymond’s POV
After my last class—Political Factions in Sovereign States—I started the walk from Wolfen University to Alpha University, hoping for one last whiff of that sweet scent that had been haunting me all day. Pomegranate and pineapple… with something creamy underneath. Like a damn milkshake for the soul.
Alex, my wolf, was on high alert, following every faint trail. But like earlier, we hit a dead end. No mate. Just wind and disappointment.
“We’ll find her,” Alex said, trying to sound confident. But I could feel his frustration too.
With a sigh, I turned toward home.
As I neared the apartment building, two girls materialized out of nowhere, giggling like I was handing out orgasms instead of just existing. “Hey there,” one said, eyes trailing me up and down. “What’s your name?”
