Page 35 of Do You Even Hex, Bro?
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Ohno.
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Chapter
Ten
REGINA
This can't be happening.
Not wolves.Anythingbut fucking wolves.
And they’re himbo jock wolves, as if the universe isn’t fucking with me enough.
My fingers twitch toward my face, toward the glamour that hides the permanent, hideous reminder of what beasts like these are capable of. The skin beneath feels hot, pulsing with a phantom pain that never truly disappears.
"You feel it too," Killian says, those ice-blue eyes devouring me. "You know it's true."
Do I feel it?
Yes.
That inexplicable pull toward their scents despite every logical instinct screaming danger. But that doesn't mean I have toacceptit. The universe has a sick sense of humor. Just because it thinks this is funny doesn't mean I have to play along.
"This is absolute bullshit," Kyle snarls, bringing me back to the present horror show unfolding on the mansion's front lawn. His face flushes crimson as he gestures wildly toward the wolves. "They're fucking lying! They can't just claim someone's Bonded witch. It's against supernatural law!"
Killian turns on Kyle with a feral grin that sends ice down my spine. "Who are you calling a liar, piss pants?"
Kyle blanches, his gaze darting briefly down to the dark stain on his designer slacks. Humiliation flashes across his face before hardening into rage. I might have enjoyed this moment under different circumstances.
The stranger observes this exchange with the weary resignation of someone who's reached the outer limits of their patience. He turns toward the dark-haired man who had been the silver wolf. "Is that true, Mr. Miftah? Is this woman your mate?"
The shifter nods. "Yes, Professor Villeneuve." His voice carries a slight accent, rich and melodic. "Micah's sister did a spell to find our Bonded, and then she showed up. Tonight."
My head snaps up. "What? A spell?"
"A spell?" Villeneuve echoes in disbelief, eyes narrowing. "Of course there was a spell. There'salwaysa spell."
The russet-furred wolf suddenly shimmers, bones cracking and reshaping until a lean man with tousled brown hair stands where the animal had been. Despite my terror and hatred of shifters, I can't help but notice these ones are ridiculously, unfairly attractive.
And hung.
Can't help noticing that, either, no matter how much my brain is trying to keep my eyes from drifting lower than their muscled torsos. This one's transformation leaves him grinning broadly.
"Yeah! And it worked!" he says, practically vibrating with excitement. "The dean's office was breathing down our necks about finding our Bonded by the end of the semester, so we called my sister for help, but we didn't think we'd actually find ourmate."
Sister? So this must be Micah.
And he's staring at me with such unadulterated awe that I want to crawl into a hole and disappear.
"Ridiculous," Kyle growls. His lightning-filled hands tighten into fists as he takes another step toward me, piss pants and all. "Regina, enough is enough. You're coming home this instant."
Something snaps inside me. Five years of swallowing my anger, of making myself smaller to avoid his displeasure, of ignoring my instincts. It all boils to the surface like a cauldron left too long on the fire.
"No."
