ALARIC POV
I lean my back against the cold stone wall, but the chill does nothing to calm the blood that feels like it is boiling under my skin. I lower my head and stare at my palm, which still feels warm. The lingering sensation from the moment I touched Reeve Nightwhisper’s cheek.
“What is happening to me?” I whisper in disbelief.
“Love?” Orin’s voice echoes in my mind.
I grit my teeth. “Shut up.”
It cannot be love. That is impossible.
As the Sword Bearer, my duty is to be the law enforcer and moral compass for the young Alphas in this academy. Where is my morality if these strange feelings are surfacing for Reeve? We are both Alpha males.
By the Moon Goddess, I have faced thousands of soldiers, subdued rogue wolves, and rebels alike. I have smelled fear on the bloodiest of en
