Wolfless And Craved By Four

The last thing a girl with a mission needs is distraction…especially when that mission could ruin her life.

For years, I lived by the rule Mom drilled into me…”stay invisible.”

It was supposed to be my talent.

At least, it was, then the parcel arrived.

The pictures. The note. And the truth I was never meant to see, proof the woman I called Mother might not have been mine at all.

Since then, my mission has been simple.

Get close to the Alpha’s son. Use him to achieve what I came for.

And now I’m standing here in an empty classroom, caught between regret and something far more dangerous… anticipation.

I wanted to take back every decision that made me step foot in Royal Academy.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts back into place.

This wasn’t supposed to get personal.

Not now, I wasn't ready.

But the problem wasn’t the mission, It was the fact that I was starting to feel like I was no longer in control.

Landon Hockman, the Alpha’s son and my target.

I thought I would make the first move on him, but I didn’t realize I was already inside his game, and..

I can't believe I'm gonna have my tongue curled up in his chest right on my first day.

Great.

“Relax,” he said lazily. “You’re acting like I’m going to bite you.”

My lips hadn’t even touched his chest yet.

I blinked, stunned. “Can you stop being an asshole?” I snapped, sitting back with a glare.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Just studied me like he was figuring out how far I’d go.

Then his eyes widened with something else. “I'm just trying to cheer you on.”

“This isn't some kind of game.. I do not need your cheering.” I gritted.

His face flattered for a second, but changed like he was actually enjoying getting under my skin.

“You can cooperate,” he said slowly, “or I can make this harder for you.” He added, sliding a hand down to the waistband of his pants.

Oh, hell no.

My eyes betrayed me, tracing the sharp, dangerous dip of his V-line.

A silent invitation to a disaster I couldn't afford.

I swallowed.

“Stop…fine! I’ll do it.” I groaned, tossing my head back. “Having a dick flung in my face isn’t exactly how I wanted my week to go.”

He raised an eyebrow and tugged his waistband just a little lower, to push me more.

“Asshole.”

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I muttered. “Shut up and stop breathing on me. Your cocky air is killing my brain cells.”

Yep, that's exactly how close to his face I was.

I inhaled hard, then leaned forward again, practically nose to nipple.

His chest was bare, smooth, and annoyingly perfect, with a small tattoo curved near his right pec.

My lips hovered inches away from it, my fist curled tightly.

God, I hadn’t exactly built up experience dealing with boys like him.

This was already way more attention than I