MAREN’S POV
I kept my gaze fixed on my notebook, gripping the pen until my knuckles turned white.
I didn't even want to look up; I just listened to the sound of his briefcase hitting against his legs with every step he took toward the desk, while Professor Morgan left the room with a brief greeting.
"Wow, looks like Maren is already hunting for her next prey," a girl hissed two rows behind me, loud enough for the venom to reach my ears. "First the professor, now the track captain. That Omega doesn't waste any time."
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, a wave of heat and shame that made me wish the floor would swallow my chair.
I knew Thorne had heard it. I felt his gaze pinned to the back of my head like an invisible pressure that made my wolf desperately claw at the walls of my chest
