Reeva

Finn takes my hand, and I nearly overheat. It practically feels like sparks ignite at his simple touch, and when his fingers lock around mine, my legs feel weak.

But somehow, I move toward the building where my next class is being held. And I have no idea how I’m going to concentrate on anything knowing I have two mates.

“I didn’t expect to meet my mate here,” he tells me.

His scent of sweet, earthy musk makes it hard to focus, but I answer. “There are a lot of unexpected things happening at this campus.”

Aware that I’m going to be late for class anyway, I decide I...