Killian passed by me, looking at me with that expression that would have killed a common man, and walked directly toward the mahogany mini-bar. “Stop the nonsense, Caleb” he hinted, pouring himself a glass of neat whiskey. “I didn't mark her for that. It was the only way to save her from the Richards' interference.” But for a second his hand stopped before bringing the glass to his lips. I let out a mocking laugh. I had known Killian since we were pups. He wouldn't mark a woman, especially not a she-wolf without a pure lineage, unless he was hopelessly in love with her. However, his Alpha pride was his only defense, but to me, it was transparent as crystal. It was obvious that Killian was in love to the core with that girl, even if he'd rather burn the world down before admitting it. “Sure, and I'm a cat” I said ironically. “Admit it, that pup is your addiction. But anyway, changing the subject, the dean sent a message. There's an urgent faculty meeting at the university to deal
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