Untamed (Rejected Mate Academy #1) - E. M. Moore Page 0,30

remove themselves from the process completely. Jonah hasn’t.”

Hmm. Look at that. I still can’t find a will to like him.

Liking and wanting to kiss are now two officially different feelings. When he’s kissing, his mouth isn’t screwing anything up.

I brace my shoulders. “Alright. I’m ready. Give it to me.”

Ms. Ebon moves the paper in front of her and peers down at it. “As you heard on the first day, everyone’s classes are different. In fact, sometimes it’s not even a schedule in the traditional sense of the word. There’s not a lot of moving from one class to the next as you’re used to.”

This all sounds like a fancy way of trying to butter me up for when the real kicker comes. Like she’ll just slip in the bad news when I least expect it. My nails dig into my skirt.

She flicks her gaze to meet mine. “Jonah has requested that you go on outings together. You’ll be required to attend dinners and parties at the alpha’s house while you’re here since that will be part of your life when he takes his position in security.”

Dread squeezes my stomach. Just picturing the wolfpeers that I would have to see there…the same ones who made my school life miserable. “He’s trying to kill me.”

My advisor shakes her head. “Quite the opposite. Exposing you to the role you would be a part of is fantastic. To go along with that demand, we’ve put you in etiquette and social classes.”

I close my eyes. “You what?”

Ms. Ebon frowns, dribbling her fingers over my schedule. “Kinsey, you haven’t had the most luxurious upbringing. If you show up at the alpha’s house not knowing which fork is which or how to properly drink without offending anyone, you can’t expect to make a good impression.”

“He wants to...refine me? Like I’m some sort of Feral wolf?”

My advisor’s face hardens, and I realize I’m pushing my limit with her. “You will also take Pack History and political lessons so you’ll be able to speak eloquently in front of a room full of people. Jonah has also expressed an interest in helping you learn different security and enforcing techniques so that you’ll understand more of his role in the pack.”

I have to interrupt her there. “Okay, where’s the part where he gets to know me? Should I come up with something? I have a few things I’d like to teach him about the real world.”

“Your concerns are common. I can’t say that any of my students have ever expressed them as bluntly as you do, but we’ve already covered that, haven’t we?” She huffs, leaning back in her chair. “While you do these things together, he’ll get to know you. Spend the time training with him to talk about yourself. Spend the dinners showing him how you act in social situations. You don’t have to lose your entire self, Miss Walker. No one wants a cookie-cutter mate.”

She could’ve fooled me. My leg starts to bounce up and down. If he’s going to teach me enforcer things, maybe that means I can get a few shots in at him. Then, I can be all oops, I accidentally did that on purpose. Maybe it won’t be all bad….

Ebon continues. “In addition, I’ve made notes from your previous education in Lunar and have taken the liberty of enrolling you in some general science classes with a self-study in Botany. My hope is that we can get you out of Greystone Academy within enough time so that you can start your education at Brixton as soon as possible.”

I cock my head. “You got all that from my Lunar transcripts?”

She clears her throat. “I wish we had more opportunities for everyone’s tastes, but that’s not the case here. I’ll be your mentor in your self-study, so we’ll have to meet weekly on that as well. I have spoken to our landscapers, and they have agreed to give you a section of the grounds so that you can conduct experiments, or whatever it is that you want to do.”

She finishes unsure, as if her statement is more of a question. I have to say, out of all of that, this is the best news I’ve had. The forest, trees, plants, and flowers are my friends. In a perfect world, I’d run a greenhouse. Maybe a flower shop, but no, a greenhouse would be more my style. Once you get the flowers at a flower shop, they may be beautiful, but they’re already on the last leg