SEBASTIAN’S POV
I strode back to the podium, my boots echoing in the lecture hall, a smug grin tugging at my lips. Touching Isabella's hair—her soft, fiery red strands brushing my fingers—had sent a jolt of peace through me, a calm I couldn’t explain. My wolf, Maximus, purred, his usual restlessness quieted, like the world had righted itself for a fleeting moment. The class’s gasps, their whispers buzzing like flies, didn’t faze me. I’d separated Caleb Reed from her, that smug Alpha’s son who’d sat too close, his smirk a challenge. Seeing him move, his eyes flashing with defiance, felt like a victory. I didn’t know why it mattered so much, why my chest tightened at the sight of him near her, but it did. And for once, I didn’t care about the why.
I launched into my lecture on the Roman Em
