Chapter 5

Miguel didn’t miss that interaction, either. Oh, so that’s why he was angry. Primrose’s interest in the new teacher made her jealous. Poor thing. I felt sorry for him even though I was in the same situation.

I cleared my throat loudly, trying to get their attention. We were in a room full of humans who had no idea what was happening, and they couldn’t afford to stare into each other’s eyes for hours.

The professor blinked, coming out of the trance in which he was a victim. He tried to continue with the class normally, but I noticed that he was super attentive to each of my friend’s gestures.

He started with the introductions, although something told me that this was not exactly what he had planned. I knew he did it just for Primrose. He wanted to learn more about her. Frowning, I analyzed his every move. Something about him didn’t please me, not at all. Why would a sorcerer be connected to a human? It did not make sense!

When it was my turn, I got up from the seat with a sarcastic smile.

“I’m Sienna, I’m 17 years old, and I’m not the target of his attention so please continue.”

My classmates laughed while the professor’s pale cheeks began to turn a deep red. I had embarrassed him a bit, but I wasn’t lying.

“My name is Primrose Skye Fernandez. I am 17 years old. I like to paint and draw, I hate tuna, and I would like to become a professional artist,” she blurted out all at once, then covered her mouth, embarrassed.

The bloody witcher had made her speak with a spell. He pissed me off. He shouldn’t be using his powers just like that with my friend. I would have a long and interesting conversation with him.

No one else noticed the smile of satisfaction that that witcher had released, proud of knowing more than what seemed to be his mate. No one, except perhaps for Miguel, who seemed to have trouble controlling himself. Has he also noticed his magic? It seemed.

That witcher had no idea who he was messing with. Primrose was my friend, and I wasn’t going to let a witcher play with her.

Primrose spent the rest of the class with flushed cheeks. I would make fun of that later. Now the important thing was to make the limits clear. When classes ended, she ran off without looking back. Miguel followed her, giving me nothing but a bleak look.

He would surely accompany her to her house. Miguel and Primrose were close friends, regardless of Miguel’s unrequited feelings. He took care of her almost as much as Hunter used to take care of me.

Now I’d be left alone while I waited for Hunter to be free, I thought with a pout.

Better this way, now it was my turn to act. Yes, I was only human, but that wouldn’t stop me from caring for my best friend. If he was causing her to be drawn to him with magic, or if he only intended to use her powers on her, then I would be there to protect her.

“Teacher!” I yelled since he was walking away pretty fast.

He stopped after my scream, waiting for me in the hallway. Her blue shirt fitted his muscles. His eyebrows and her lashes were that incredible white color, impressive. Even for me, who had seen a thousand mythological things, it surprised me.

“Miss Estrella,” he greeted politely. “How can I help you?”

“Sienna,” I growled, a nasty trick I’d borrowed from the wolves.

“Pardon?”

“My name is Sienna.”

The witcher waved his hand to dismiss it. I had just told him my name during the class. She couldn’t just ignore me as if I hadn’t said anything.

Bastard.

“How can I help you?” he repeated.

“I saw your interest in Primrose, witcher,” I spat, to his surprise. “I won’t tell you to stay away from her, but I won’t allow you to use your powers on her again.”

“And who do you think you are?” he asked with a threatening smile. “A human girl who thinks she is a great thing.”

He took my arm tightly, bringing his face close to mine. I was not afraid. I should be terrified, shaking with terror. However, I faced it without hesitation, raising my head towards him. He looked surprised at not being able to intimidate me.

He could destroy me in seconds if the witcher wanted, but I was not afraid. I had met a few witches in my time in the pack. They were all arrogant. They thought they were wiser and more intelligent than anyone.

And the Alpha, as cunning as ever, taught me never to look down at anyone other than my Alpha. Even if I wasn’t part of the pack, he had to show me as if I was.

“That human girl is mine, so get your dirty hands off her, little witch,” I heard Hunter’s voice behind me.

“Wolf,” he whispered palely as he approached. I don’t want trouble.

“Then heed his demand,” I replied, to my surprise. “Stop using your powers on humans, and there will be no retaliation.”

I felt Hunter’s arms wrap around me gently, positioning me behind him. Possessive, beautifully possessive. Had he been listening to the conversation? How come I hadn’t noticed him?

“It’s my mate. I can do whatever I want with it.”

“No!” I exclaimed in a threatening voice. “Primrose is under my protection, and you’re not going to do anything about her. If you want to be with her, go ahead, but use your power.”

“Your protection?” He laughed wryly. “You’re nobody, brat.”

“I am the future Alpha of the Wyrfell pack, and the brat that you’re talking to is mine, so if you don’t want trouble with my whole pack, you will stay out of her demands. Understood?”

Hunter used his Alpha voice, making everything in my body vibrate. It wasn’t that I liked it when he wore it, but my body always reacted to his tone. God, he was so sexy when he said I was his.

And it wasn’t a lie. I was totally and deeply his. Just as he was mine and he always would be. Regardless of our love interests, we would always be best friends. And I would always be there for him, as I knew he would be for me. This is how true love works.

The witcher raised his hands in innocence, although he seemed angry at our intervention.

“Okay, not magic for humans.”

He withdrew without adding anything else. I liked to think that I would comply with his words in the same way I would take care of having an eye on him. I would watch his every move and have a long talk with Primrose about it. Maybe Miguel would like to help me a little too. After all, he loved her.

“Thanks, Hunter.” I grinned at him. “So am I yours?”

Hunter blushed slightly in embarrassment, looking uncomfortable. He looked away, concentrating on the almost abandoned high school. It was time to go home, and he hadn’t even noticed. Hunter had even taken off his captain’s uniform.

“You are my best friend, Sienna. Of course, you’re mine”

Disappointment overcame me, his words hurt me.

Damn friendzone.

At that moment, I just wanted to find the idiot who had invented it and give him a good slap for all the fallen soldiers and for failing.

I tried not to let the disappointment show on my face. He didn’t love me the way I loved him. And that hurt.

It hurt a lot.