Page 3 of Roaring Flames

How wonderfully delicious it would be to have his body pressed against my own.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Izzy?I mentally berate myself for the one hundredth time.

He’s the damn vice principal. An authority figure. I shouldn’t be lusting after him or thinking about his perfect body or imagining running my fingers through his dark hair.

And I definitely shouldn’t be remembering howrightit felt to hear him call me his.

He’s mine, my inner voice growls with startling ferocity.

I shush her.

Strange feelings aside, Christian Montgomery has the answers I’m so desperately looking for.

Now I just need to gather the courage totalkto him.

And hopefully not jump his bones in the process.

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CHRISTIAN

You fucking idiot!

With a snarl, I sweep my hand out, tossing everything off my desk and onto the floor.

What a fucking idiot!

Shame wars with anger in my chest.

How could I have been so dumb?

But I know the answer to that, even if I don’t want to admit it.

I wasn’t in charge during my conversation with Isabella.

My wolf was.

He still is, if I’m being completely honest. I can sense him pacing in my mind, his teeth bared, his eyes glowing red, his nostrils flaring, desperate to catch a whiff of her.

Mate,my wolf snarls, that one word bursting with possessiveness and need. Raw, unencumbered need that borders on obsession.

No!

I run both of my hands through my hair as I try to think things through, try to get myself out of this shit show I found myself in.

Isabella can’t be my mate, dammit. She’s a student here. I’m the vice principal. It’s wrong. Taboo. Forbidden.

But you’re not really a vice principal,a dry voice retorts in my head.

I ignore the voice and continue pacing, weaving a pathway around the wayward items I threw in my hissy fit.

How could this be happening? How?

Sure, it’s not unheard of for a lone wolf to find a mate, but it’s also not typical either. Mating a lone wolf can only ever lead to heartbreak and destruction. And for ahumanto be mated to one? That’s a recipe for fucking disaster.

No. Not happening.

I refuse.

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