Alpha Loren
Apart from that, she was a sour, stiff teacher’s pet with a severe lack of humour.
“Any gossip?” I asked when Miss Clarkson left the room for a moment as we worked through exercises, “What’s going on in Eleonora land?”
“Please don’t distract me, Cato,” she said, without looking up from her work, “I have a diploma to get.”
“What do you need a diploma for? You’re a wolf. You can work in the pack.”
“The opportunities in the pack may be good for you, but I’m not in line to be Alpha. I’m also not a boy. The outlook is pretty bleak for me,” she said, “So if you don’t mind-”