To fuck you

CARLA

"Thank you, sir!" The class chorused as the lanky lecturer walked out.

I was too drained and exhausted to join in and was even in the middle of the yawn when they did the chorus.

Slowly, the hall was getting empty. I looked over at the window seat, but it was empty too. The occupant was gone. Alpha Dawson. He'd been there all through the class. And again, he just left too quickly. Like he'd been doing since today.

I stood, checking the exits and back seats, but there was no sign of Smith either. He didn't come to get me. Like he'd been doing all through the day too.

After he caught me talking with Alpha Dawson yesterday, he felt there was something else Alpha Dawson wanted from me. And with that thought came this intense need to escort me around and keep me away from being accosted by Alpha Dawson.

I couldn't be honest with him about Alpha Dawson's recent naughtiness towards me. Smith wouldn't take it so lightly, and it might lead to a more devastating fight. I had to avoid t