Gazzy’s Pov

I couldn’t get away from Zion no matter what I did. He was everywhere, at training, in the woods, even near my house. The mate pull was always there, making my skin tingle, my pussy wet when I didn’t want it to. I was so frustrated and angry all the time.

“Why won’t he leave me alone?” I said to myself, punching a tree in the woods. My wolf wanted him, but I hated it. I focused on the bullying and the rivalry to push the pull-down.

At school the next day, he was waiting by my locker. “Morning, mate,” he said, leaning against the wall, smirking.

“Go...