I start shaking my head, almost grabbing Mr. Franklin’s head and begging him to pick someone else. Literally anyone else, just not Marcus. I can’t even see him. He can’t talk to me anyway, unless his beloved alpha allows him to!
“Mr. Franklin, it’s okay, I can take whatever punishment you have for me,” I blurt out, unable to stop myself. He turns towards me with his eyebrows raised, then shakes his head.
“Nonsense. Do you really wish to fail my class?” he asks, staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. Well, maybe I did. But the longer I stare at him, the more I start to realize he’s right. I’m going to fail this class if I don’t let Marcus tutor me.
“No, sir,” I murmur, sinking back into my seat. Ugh. I feel like I’m selling my soul to the devil right now. It’s somehow even a worse feeling
