Tutor Unscramble Novels & Stories

Two winter seasons. That is exactly how long my wolf has been bound to the most dominant, manipulative alpha male in the Raven Hollow Pack Settlement. Kenny Liu knows exactly how to handle my body. He knows the precise way to reel my inner wolf back in with heavy fur blankets, strong fire-whiskey, and a primal, explicit touch under the stars that leaves me completely breathless. But the second the winter sun rises over the pack lands, the alpha mind games start right back up. My best friend Thorne Matthews warns me that alphas only lie when they are trying to keep their partners compliant. I want to believe our sacred bond is real, but Kenny keeps ghosting our connection, disappearing in

She couldn’t exactly respond by saying ‘fucking a 19-year-old’. “Tutoring.” “Also boring and not actually social. Okay well Tuesday then? 7pm” “Fine. Where do you want to go?” “I don’t know. Book somewhere. As long as it’s not crap.” “Great. See you on Tuesday at a not-crap-place.”

“And ?” “And I’m sorry for the way I acted last time towards you, i promise to never do it again”. He replied in a robotic tone as if memorizing a speech. “I’ll do my best to give you the respect you deserve for helping me with my studies. There? Done. So be my tutor “. She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t hear a please in that impromptu speech “. “Oh my geez!”. He groaned running his hands through his hair ruffling it a bit before continuing to speak. “Please, April, can you be my tutor ?”.

Familiar in a way that made something click. No. No way. “Hi, Macey.”

A hybrid. “Yes, my tutor.”

I could tell you the exact minute that my life started to fall apart. Most people would assume that I, Hailey Blake Wright, would meet my doom in the way of maybe getting my first fail or skipping a class. I, after all, was the very first student in the country to get a straight A result for the prestigious Coral exam, the same exam that earned me a full ride scholarship to Coral Heights; the school for old money students who only needed their surnames to open the same doors that I studied years for. The same exam that ensured that as long as I maintained my grades, I would be on a full ride scholarship to Coral Heights private university of sciences.

"How about some breakfast, Nysaa? It's important to keep your strength up." Nysaa, still somewhat disoriented and groggy from her experience, didn't even notice the journal or Dr. Ruiz's curious discoveries. She simply nodded in agreement, silently grateful for her therapist's support, and they continued to navigate the challenging journey of Nysaa's recovery together.

” He yelled the last part and looked into my eyes roughly. I stutter on my tongue and didn't say another word. I watched him back away from me and walked out of NY room. As he did, I pouted and frowned. The fuck is his problem?! With this, I walked to the bathroom and took my bath then got ready for school. I was eating my breakfast when Ryan, my tutor walked downstairs. I didn't even know his name was Ryan until I checked his portfolio only to realize he had a cute name. I didn't care anyway, he was definitely a Playboy tutor who would sleep with his student at any chance he gets.

I know what next I'm in for, as he dumps it on his desk, falling into his chair. “Take your seat” Thane says, while pointing towards the chair before him. He takes his time unwinding, while I get myself comfortable, before he lifts his posture, gazing straight into my eyes. “Your posture, countenance and stride, weren't great” he notes. “Your pace, great, but needs improvement” he evaluates. “So later tonight, I'd get to teach you that” he says, and I nod through it all. Thane nod back at me, with a care, i so clearly can see in his eyes. He turns to his left, picking a palmtop his has laying there. Turning it on, he swipes through for a minute, before he hands it in.

"Um, can I help you?" The woman smiled back. A little too tightly. "We're the Monroes. Emily and Grant. Your father recommended you. He said you're the best." I blinked, not sure where this was heading. "For what?" Mom gently placed a hand on my shoulder like she could sense I was about to bolt. "They want to talk to you about tutoring." And just like that, the polite smile dropped from my face. "I'm not a tutor." Emily took a step forward, smoothing her coat like she was trying to stay composed. “We know. We’re not asking for anything long-term. Just… help. For our son. He’s a transfer student and...”