Chapter 6
Kross
Black hair, blue eyes, short and built like a girl—how the hell could someone like that be an Alpha?
That was my first thought when I saw him getting ganged up on outside the dorms. He looked completely out of place among the rest of us. A joke, really. But then he pulled out a dagger—quick, with real intent to stab Wilde.
That flash of rage, that raw Alpha instinct… it was there. Buried beneath all that delicate appearance, but still present.
I didn’t stop him to help him. I don’t usually get involved in anyone else’s mess. But Wilde and the rest of the idiots with him were under my watch, assigned to me by Coach. If they got into trouble, I’d get pulled into it—and I’ve worked too hard to maintain my perfect record. I’m not risking that. Not for some reckless newcome
