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Two semesters in and I still don't know what the fucking economy even is. Is it money? Is it stocks? Is it old dudes in a meeting room saying shit like "irregardless"?
One of them pipes up. "Hey, man, can you teach us how to get your gains? You're fucking huge." Raul blinks at them. "I'm a werewolf." "Can you bite me, bro?" Adam counters, clearly excited by the prospect.
The bitch has been on this side of the twenty-first century for a few weeks and she's already decided she only likes Apple products.
"What's Catalina want with that book anyway?" Reese asks, looking between us. "Probably revenge," I mutter. "Revenge?" Reese echoes in confusion. I can see the answer dawning on him. "Oh, right. Because you're fucking her destined mate or whatever."
Why can't I dream about Raul? Hell, I'd take those weird shame-boner dreams about my Poetry professor calling me in front of the class in a clown suit over this shit.
Sometimes, it's easy to forget he's a fantasy alpha male from a romance novel, and then other times, it smacks me in the face like a ten-inch cock.
"I'm not a trophy wife!" I snap. "I'm a trophy omega. Get it straight."
"Hey, you wing ancient powerful magic, I wing frat policy," I argue. "Don't ask me which one is worse."
When I wake up, there's a puddle of drool where my cheek was and Raul is gazing down at me in pure adoration, like I haven't just been slobbering on him for the last two hours.
"Stop moving," Constantine orders, golden eyes locked on me. He's not wearing his white jacket anymore, and I realize I'm laying on it. So he's a chivalrous psychopath.
I watch in horror as she flips through the pages of a book I immediately recognize thanks to Raul's abs being plastered on the cover.
And then, suddenly, I feel my body changing, bones shifting and muscles morphing as I transform into... A motherfucking wolf.
I look down at The Wolf's Mate, still a bit uncomfortable with the fact that my abs have been plastered across bookstores nationwide.
Raul strokes my hair, his touch gentle. "Even if you were a blimp, you'd be the most beautiful blimp to ever exist."
"That's the kind of transitional, expository scene I would have glossed over with a lazy time skip if I was still writing the book."
