because inside he was a mess. His lion protested, bemoaning
the loss of his mate, blaming the human side for being slow. His human side didn’t
fare any better. To be so close to her and not be able to touch her affected him more
than he imagined it would. He thought he could control the urges finding his mate
invoked. How very wrong he was.
Chapter Five
Avery rushed through the Felidae Sanctum as quickly as she could. She had no idea
if her mate would follow her. Didn’t honestly think he would. Just in case though,
she moved her ass through campus, bobbing and weaving between her fellow felines.
She didn’t want him to find her so he could tell her to her face he wasn’t interested.
Talk about humiliating.
Rounding the corner of Gamma Liontari Phi, she ran smack dab into Reese, knocking
both of them back.
At the end of class, Avery had sent a frantic 911 message, telling her friend they
needed to meet. Reese suggested the sorority since it happened to be a midway point
for both of them.
“What’s wrong?” Reese asked, hooking her arm through Avery’s to pull her through the
front door.
“It’s him.” Avery pulled away from Reese, dropped her bag to the floor, and started
pacing the entrance hall. It wasn’t unusual for a sorority member to bring a guest
into the house, but she’d never felt comfortable there. Never wanted to venture farther
into the house unless she absolutely had to. Some of the girls came across as snobby
and downright rude. Thought they were well above the rest of the feline population,
even though they came from the same roots. She didn’t need their crazy shit right
now.
Reese moved to the stairs, sitting down out of Avery’s way. “What’s him?”
“He’s in my first class of the day. I can’t do it. I can’t keep going to class with
him there. It’s humiliating.” She flung her hand out to the side, knocking it into
a vase full of flowers.
Reese jumped up and caught the vase, replacing it carefully on the entryway table.
“Who’s in your first class?”
Avery groaned. “The guy from Chugs. The one whose scent I smelled and my lioness freaking
stood up and noticed. You remember me telling you about it, right? I thought I scented
him, but couldn’t be sure ’cause I never found him, and then I decided it was my mind
playing tricks on me. Well, surprise! Not true,” she said, her voice getting louder
and louder as panic filled her. “My damn mate was in my Law and Ethics class and,
come to find out, isn’t interested in me at all. He spent the morning glaring at me
like it was my fault we were mates.” She spun to face Reese. “I didn’t ask for this
either. I decided over the summer to concentrate on school. To not worry about finding
my mate, and enjoy this last year. You’re right; there’s plenty of time later for
mating, setting up a home, and having babies. I have plans. Plans that don’t involve
a mate who hates me on sight.”
Reese held up her hands in surrender. “Whoa there. I’m not the one with the problem
with you. Besides, how do you know he isn’t interested? Maybe he’s shy and has a hard
time approaching women.”
Avery rolled her eyes. As if. “He’s a River Rock cop. I don’t think you can be shy with that kind of job. A lot
of people interaction.”
Reese’s eyes rounded, her mouth making a perfect O. “Oh, he’s one of the guys I texted
about? Which one? The yummy blond with the broad shoulders and tight ass? No—the redhead!
Oh wait. Say it wasn’t the redhead. I adore a gingers and might want to take a bite
out of him. I, of course, won’t if he’s your mate. My God, they were all so cute.
You’re lucky to have any of them.”
“Reese!” Avery couldn’t believe her friend was more interested in which guy and not
the fact he rejected her. “He rejected me. Didn’t try to talk to me. Didn’t go all
caveman on me
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