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“Oh you have met. Wonderful,” he says. “As you can see, we are headed out. Lorelei has also moved in with me, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t accost her. There will be consequences if you do.”

With that eloquently delivered mic drop, he guides me out the door.

“Fuck Valaria,” he mutters. “May the cunt stub her toe on a desk.”

Amen to that!

CHAPTER 19

LORELEI

The walk to the party is uneventful, with other monsters joining us as we head over. Everyone is dressed in formalwear, and while I do receive sidelong looks, I can’t say that I can blame them.

I’m a five foot human with a nine foot tall monster, that alone will make others talk.

Filing into the building together, I gaze around to find that there are both humans and monsters attending this party. Staying close to Phenex, I see that the building is decorated well, and that there’s pretty lighting, food, as well as waiters walking around with champagne flutes.

“The alcohol is at least always top tier at these things,” Phenex murmurs as we walk.

“I’ve never had any alcoholic drinks before,” I say, shrugging. At his glance, I smirk. “I’m not twenty-one, Phenex, and I can make drinks without tasting them.”

“I know that, I’m just surprised,” he teases me.

“Phenex, good. You’re here,” President Christa says, acting as if she’s been looking for us for ages. “I need to borrow you.”

She doesn’t even acknowledge me as she taps on his arm for him to follow her.

“I can’t leave my date, President Christa,” Phenex reminds her drolly.

While she’s dainty for a monster, she still towers over me. Looking down her nose at me, she purses her lips.

“I forgot you were bringing your newest plaything,” she mutters.

My mate whispers through the bond, sounding annoyed. “I don’t get her. Is she jealous? She was fine when I discussed this before.”

Taking a slow breath to keep myself from scrunching my face in annoyance, I reply, “I fully expect you to play with me later. Your mate demands orgasms after this.”

Phenex covers up his surprise by clearing his throat as he squeezes my hand gently.

“Lorelei, give me a few minutes to help President Christa, will you?” he asks. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Are you that demanding?” she asks me.

“I don’t have to be anything more than myself,” I explain cryptically. “Phenex knows what I need.”

My mate simply smirks as he juts his chin at the president of the university, which she takes as her cue to get moving. Sighing as I watch them disappear into the crowd, I glance around for a single friendly face.

“Are you officially public now?” Professor… fuck, Bast says. It is going to take me a while before I can call him that regularly in my head.

It’s still a bit of a mind fuck for me to wrap my brain around the fact that he’s my last scent match.

Turning to face him, I lift my brow at him. Bast’s jaw drops as he takes me in, and I nod. “Yes, we are, Professor Dalca,” I say. “Do you have an opinion about it that I can ignore?”

“Fuck, you’re such a brat. I feel like all I do is walk around with a fucking hard-on,” he grumbles under his breath as I huff out a laugh. “I don’t particularly care, but some of the faculty have been talking about it.”

“Phenex said he spoke to you, so I expect that you understand the reasons why we are public,” I state. “Whether or not you wish to remain in the dark about this is up to you.”

“It’s not that easy,” he hisses, his tail tapping at the ground in front of me. “You’re not supposed to fucking exist, Lorelei.”

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