The school health department had refused to take Rowan in, they'd never seen someone without a heartbeat but still had a pulse. He could be dead or not but they weren't ready to risk being held responsible for any student's death.
So Rowan was taken back to his dormitory and left to his own fate.
While still masking her scenting and faking to be dead, Raine passed out because she had outdone herself.
She jolted awake with a gasp by almost midnight, her breath catching in her throat as heat coiled low in her belly.
It was a familiar, undeniable pain..
The pulse between her thighs throbbed with each heartbeat, demanding attention, demanding relief. Her skin felt too tight, too sensitive, like even the brush of the sheets against her bare legs was too much and not enough at the same time.
Raine clutched the blanket to her chest, biting down a whimper. She knew what this was.
The heat was back.
Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, restless and wild.
"Not now," she whispered into the dark, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. Her body didn't listen. It never did during this time.
Though she was unlucky with getting a mate, Shifting and every other werewolf privilege, she got her heat right from when she was seventeen.
It wasn't as bad as what she's feeling now so back then she'd just touch her clit until she reached orgasm. But for some reason she knew it wouldn't work this time..
She rolled over, twisting in the sheets, trying to find some relief, some coolness. But her skin burned. Her nipples were tight and aching, her thighs slick with need.
Her wolf clawed at her insides, urging her to find him. Any him.
"No," she growled, gripping the edge of the mattress.
She'd promised herself she wouldn't lose control this time.
But gods, it hurt.
Her fingers trembled as she pressed them to her throat, where her mate mark should have been but wasn't. She was unmated. Unclaimed. Her body wanted what it couldn't have. And every cell in her screamed for it.
She curled into herself, panting, praying the night would pass quickly.
But deep down, she knew—this was just the beginning.
Her fingers tightened in the sheets, sweat dampening her brow as the waves of heat rolled through her again.
Her mind, already fogged with need, began to stray… Killian was here, next to her bed and he was sleeping on his back, his leg wide open, she could just get on top of him and...
'Oh no what am I thinking?'
But damn, he was gorgeous. Even now, through the haze of heat, she could picture him the sharp jaw, those icy grey eyes that always looked like they were calculating a kill were peacefully closed and the way his muscles flexed beneath his abs were visible.
She'd thought about it before—just in passing. A fleeting fantasy. But now, it clawed at her like a living thing. Her wolf howled inside her, feral and needy. The idea of crawling into his bed and riding out her heat under him was… dangerously tempting.
She was already standing, next to him before she stopped herself.
Are you insane?
Killian would kill her. Not metaphorically.. Literally. He'd been waiting for that opportunity and he was fast enough that he'd always sense even a fly while sleeping.
He wasn't the type to offer comfort. He wasn't the type to be used. And he certainly wasn't the type to tolerate a horny she-wolf climbing on him in the middle of the night like a fevered mess.
She groaned, thumping her head against the pillow. "He'd murder me with his eyes before I even reached his penis," she muttered to herself. "And then probably throw me out the window."
Still, the thought lingered. The fantasy of being pinned beneath him, of him growling against her skin, of those lethal hands doing very un-lethal things to her…
Nope.
Absolutely not.
She slammed her legs together, threw the pillow over her face, and screamed into it.
This was hell.
And the worst part? The next three nights would only get worse.
The walls felt like they were closing in on her. Every breath was laced with fire, every beat of her heart echoing between her legs. She couldn't take it anymore.
Still barefoot and dressed in nothing but a thin singlet and shorts, Raine slipped out into the cool night air. The forest behind the dormitory house was dark and quiet, but it welcomed her like an old friend. She hoped the cold might help. She hoped the walk might clear her head.
But It didn't.
The only thought in her mind were the many male she left just because she was scared of either being caught as a female or killed .
The farther she went, the more her body ached. The scent of the woods stirred something primal in her, but it wasn't enough. She stopped and sat unfortunately on the floor.
Her legs spread apart she tried to relieve herself but like she suspected, maturbating didn't calm any bit of the fire in her.
But It was getting better though, so she continued and moaned loudly.
"Who's that? I can't sleep because of that stupid sound from you. Go elsewhere"
She turned and there he was.
Alpha Kieran, staring at her as if he already knew every dirty thought running through her head. He stood casually, hands in the pockets of his dark joggers, shirtless, sweat glistening on his chest as if he'd just finished a run. But there was nothing casual about the way he looked at her.
"Are you a student here?," he said, voice low and rough.
Her breath hitched.
Her wolf nearly purred. There's no way he should know she is the orange haired guy.
"This is the proffesor's quarters. Go relieve yourself somewhere else" he said. Helping her up.
He wasn't her mate. She couldn't feel anything or her dusk wolf just wouldn't let her. But in that moment, she didn't care. He smelled like everything she craved..
Her mouth opened before she could stop herself.
"Can we have sex?... please" she asked.