Page 12 of Unicorn Shifter Academy
Although something else was becoming…stiff, a sensation I immediately knew meant arousal.
Something I was not supposed to feel unless I had abandoned my magic.
Fear spiked through me, but I forced myself to be calm. A simple test would do.
Releasing a wave of Purity magic, I watched gentle ruby sparkles drift through the air, immediately calming everyone around me, including the female who I very much wanted totaste.
So, I still had my magic, but I was absolutely aroused.
How is this possible?
The female relaxed as if she understood that I would keep her safe—but with a mother like that, I mourned what kind of life she’d been subjected to up until now.
No matter. Her life was about to change.
Forever.
BONNY
Unicorn.
Rolling the word over in my mind didn’t help me process this insanity. No matter how I tried to make sense of it, .
If I turned into a supernatural, a Unicorn was definitely not the species I would have imagined, and not just because they weren’t supposed to exist.
The horn on my head wasn’t unpleasant, though. My headache had vanished the moment it had appeared, releasing the pressure that had been building up since the Awakening Ceremony at Fortune Academy.
This is that damn Dark Mage’s fault… Professor Olivia.
I’d find her and demand her to fix this later.
Right now, I clung to the male with ruby eyes and rainbow hair.
I knew what he was.
He’d come for me because we were the same. He knew I’d awakened, somehow, and he’d come to take me away.
A life without my mother?
Maybe I should send Professor Olivia a fruit basket, instead.
Although, perhaps he was a bit too happy to see me; even though he didn’t have a horn, the “horn” in his pants was certainlylarge.
It pressed against my hip, and based on the way he uncomfortably shifted his posture to try and not touch me with it, the thing was so huge that my proximity made that impossible.
Damn. Unicorns are hung—I guess that makes sense, though.
I should have given him some space, but for some reason, I didn’t want to.
I enjoyed knowing that he wanted me. Dating had always been off the table for me. Witches weren’t a prude species, and often encouraged early sexual experiences, but for some reason, my mother had stipulated that I remain a virgin for the indefinite future.
I’d thought about finding some random guy to throw myself at, and I’d even tried a few times to spite her, but it never panned out. Given I was a human, no one wanted me. So I’d somehow wound up becoming a nineteen-year-old virgin against all odds.
My mother frowned at us, clearly displeased with this whole thing.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, finally finding the courage to push away from my Unicorn savior.
Something had come over me. My vision swam with red sparkles that set my insides on fire.
