Freya’s POV
While everyone else scrambled for Dr. Ramirez’s attention like eager pups seeking approval from the alpha, Johnny and I hung back. We didn’t need to join that fawning parade.
If we wanted to see Dr. Ramirez... well, it wasn’t exactly easy, but certainly not the impossible feat others seemed to think it was.
Sure enough, after Dr. Ramirez had made his rounds, Johnny’s phone buzzed with a message.
"He wants to see us," Johnny muttered, nodding toward the exit. My wolf stirred inside me, always uneasy around my former mentor. Selene, my wolf spirit, had never quite trusted humans with too much knowledge, and Dr. Ramirez certainly fit that category.
We slipped away from the exhibition hall and headed to the parking lot where Dr. Ramirez stood waiting, his attention focused on his phone. When he sensed our approach, he looked up, his shrewd eyes missing nothing.
I stopped a respectful distance away. "Professor," I greeted, keeping my voice neutral despite the way my wolf bristled.
"Hmm," was his only acknowledgment, cold and clipped as always.
Dr. Ramirez surveyed us with the clinical detachment that had intimidated generations of doctoral students. "I saw your exhibition. Passable... but," his gaze swept over us with arctic chill, "three years and this is all you’ve managed to accomplish?"
Johnny jumped in quickly, "We’re developing a new prototype. Should be ready by next year."
"I see." Dr. Ramirez’s tone could have frozen summer. "Don’t bother visiting me until it’s complete."
Johnny and I responded in unison: "Yes, sir."
Dr. Ramirez’s lips thinned. "I want your analysis of today’s exhibition. In my inbox tonight."
Johnny and I exchanged a quick glance, immediately understanding what he meant—a comprehensive technical assessment of every innovation we’d seen today.
"Yes, sir," we echoed.
Johnny hesitated before adding, "Professor, one night might be... challenging."
Challenging was putting it mildly. The exhibition featured hundreds of innovations, each requiring detailed technical evaluation. A complete analysis would run tens of thousands of words.
"A month, perhaps?" Johnny suggested cautiously.
Dr. Ramirez didn’t speak. He just stared at us with that penetrating gaze that made even my wolf want to bare her throat in submission. For a human, he had the unnerving dominance of an alpha predator.
Johnny straightened immediately. "Understood. We’ll have it done!"
I remained silent, knowing better than to argue.
As the conversation reached its natural conclusion, Dr. Ramirez turned his attention specifically to me.
I stiffened. "Professor?"
"And what sort of mate have you chosen?" he asked, casting a disapproving glance in the direction of the hall where Silvano was undoubtedly still holding court with Aurora at his side.
Without waiting for my response, he turned and walked away, his disappointment palpable.
I stood frozen, the words hitting harder than they should have. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Johnny chuckled beside me. "He’s talking about your husband," he clarified unnecessarily. "Even the humans can see Silvano isn’t worthy of you."
My wolf growled inside me, conflicted between defending her mate and acknowledging the truth of Dr. Ramirez’s assessment. The bond between mates was supposed to be sacred among our kind—something even a human like Dr. Ramirez seemed to understand better than my own mate did.
"Whatever you decide is fine," Silvano replied smoothly.
Those seated nearby smiled at this exchange. "Alpha Moretti and Miss Howlthorne seem very close," someone commented.
Aurora’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as she ordered several dishes based on Silvano’s preferences.
Johnny was also looking at the menu, asking about my tastes. After noticing the interaction between Silvano and Aurora, he glanced at me, but my face revealed no particular reaction. When Johnny asked what I wanted, I simply discussed a couple of dishes with him.
When the server came to take our order, Johnny pointed to a seafood platter. "We’ll share this, right Freya?"
I was about to respond when Silvano suddenly interjected, "She’s allergic to shellfish."
The table fell momentarily silent. All eyes shifted between Silvano and me.
Johnny looked confused. "Oh, I had no idea—"
"It’s fine," I cut him off, fixing Silvano with a cool stare. "I developed the allergy a few years ago. There’s no way Johnny would know that."
"I apologize for the interruption," Silvano said smoothly, though his eyes held mine a moment too long. "I just wouldn’t want anyone to have a medical emergency during lunch."
"How thoughtful of you, Alpha Moretti," I replied with a tight smile, my wolf bristling at his territorial display. "But I’m quite capable of managing my own dietary restrictions."
A businessman seated across from us cleared his throat awkwardly. "You two know each other well?"
Before Silvano could answer, I quickly responded, "Alpha Moretti and I have crossed paths at various business functions. The Shadow Pack has extensive connections throughout the industry."
The man nodded, seemingly satisfied with my explanation, though I noticed several curious glances still being exchanged around the table.

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