Untamed (Rejected Mate Academy #1) - E. M. Moore Page 0,79

keeping mates away from each other. Keeping nature from doing its thing.

“I’m getting that DNA tomorrow. With any luck, this will be over in twenty-four hours. I can wait that long,” he states though it sounds as if he’s trying to talk himself into it. His claws come out, digging into the steering wheel.

Maybe we were reckless. I don’t care. Like he said, it wasn’t all the moon and the fated pull. It’s Jonah and me, too.

“I’m safe at Greystone Academy,” I tell him. “Ms. Ebon is here. She’s on our side. My teachers are good.”

“Fucking Lydia,” he growls.

I unclasp my seatbelt and prop myself in my mate’s lap. His arms automatically come around me, closing me in. My next words try to convince me as much as they’re meant to convince him. “I’ll be fine.”

He pulls me to him, desperately holding me in place. It’s our nature to not want to be apart from each other. “I’ll take the swab first thing in the morning.”

I smile. After he came inside me, he went into total alpha-wolf mode. He swabbed my cheek with a Q-Tip and placed it in a zipped, plastic bag. Tomorrow, he’ll get my parents’ DNA—without their knowledge—and then he’ll take it to a lab to get tested.

It was my idea to get my parents’ DNA without their permission. I couldn’t stand to see their disappointed faces, as if I don’t trust them. That’s not it at all. In the grand scheme of things, this has nothing to do with them. The test is just the way to get proof that I’ll be safe, something Jonah and his wolf urgently need before they come apart.

Male wolves do this when they first mate. When they can’t be with their female counterparts, they rage. We were safe from that before tonight. Now, everything in Jonah is telling him to protect me. To be with me. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be so bad, but since he detects a threat, he’s going to go crazy until we figure this out.

“I’ll kill them,” he promises. “If they try to keep you from me, I’ll kill them.”

I swallow the sudden dryness in my throat. “You filled out the paperwork. They should be getting that soon. We’ll have answers.”

“Not fast enough.”

He’s not listening to reason. He’s human-Jonah right now but his wolf is dictating his answers. “Can I see your phone?” He narrows his gaze at my request, and I sigh. “You need help, Jonah.”

I don’t want to regret what we just did. I refuse to.

“You can’t come into the Academy like this. You’re not even supposed to come up at all.”

He clenches his teeth together. “I can do it. I’ll be fine.”

My chest tugs, and I get the feeling he’s not entirely convinced either. “I’m just going to my room and sleeping. That’s it. Nothing else. I’ll stay there all night. We can dream together,” I tell him, wiggling my brows suggestively.

His shoulders relax a fraction.

I breathe out in relief. “You can show me more positions you’d like to try?”

“I’m not sure we’re veering into a territory that’s helping.”

I break out into a smile. He’s right. We had a hard enough time getting dressed and making it all the way to the academy. “You have my number. We have the freaky mate-connection thing. I’m right here. Always,” I say, pressing my hand to his chest.

I lean forward, sealing my lips to his in a passionate yet brief kiss before pushing his door open and jumping down. Jonah hands me the bag with the ripped dress in it. I’m currently wearing an oversized t-shirt of his that’s like a dress on me, just not as fashionable.

“Go home, Jonah,” I tell him, shutting the truck door with him inside. I reach out and squeeze his arm and then turn to walk into the school. I use every source of strength from me and my wolf not to look back, hoping he’ll do the same. Logically, we know this has to happen. I have to be here until they release me. If I stayed at Jonah’s, it would make things worse.

I step inside the huge, wooden door, but instead of going straight to my room, I head toward Ms. Ebon’s office. I knock lightly, but as I thought, she doesn’t answer. Miraculously, the knob turns in my hand, and I immediately move toward her desk, searching for my file. I find it on top. Unsurprising, since I’m currently her only student. I flip through the