poisoned

Sheryl’s POV

“Is that Professor Ashton?” Miss Grace asked in a whisper as she slowly stood to her feet.

I felt the blood rushing to my head as I stared at the portrait of Ashton. This meant the painting I had for this class was still in my room. How did I make such a terrible mistake like this?

“He’s so handsome,” Val breathed lovingly as we took in the picture.

I did a really good job at capturing every one of Ashton’s charming features. He had so much personality

in his dark eyes that made my stomach flip.

I had to think of something to say, and quickly. “Yes,” I answered, turning toward the class of startled and curious eyes. “This is Alpha Ashton. He’s

incredibly inspirational. He’s the youngest Alpha and my father speaks highly of him. He has huge

ambitions. I also found out recently that he’s caring for his ill mother, on top of being an incredible professor. I don’t know how he has time to sleep, honestly. But I find myself wanting to be like him. He might not be my biggest ins