Fated for Her Wolves - Tara West Page 0,92

eyes glazed over as if she was lost in a dream. “Or travel all four realms.”

Doris cleared her throat. “Or remodel the gymnasium.”

“Doris,” Athena said with a groan, stomping her foot so hard, the cuckoo clocks rattled against the wall. “I’m tired of school life.”

A heavy weight settled on Doris’s chest. Athena knew how much the school meant to her. How could she expect her to just walk away? She fought to keep the edge of panic from her voice. “But this has been my dream.”

A look of pity flashed in Athena’s eyes, making Doris’s heart sink to the pit of her second stomach.

Athena shook her head, snickering. “Even after Resolution 424 passes?”

Doris gritted her teeth. “It won’t pass.” A nagging voice in the back of her head told her it would, though, and then what? Would she shut down her school rather than violate her one golden rule? Mandatory Goldenwands for all students assured her they’d never learn another thing.

Athena’s black eyes hardened. “Goldenwand owns everyone. Now he owns you.”

Doris stiffened. “Nobody owns me. He told me his granddaughter was not to spend her first night in detention, but did I listen?” Even Goldenwand’s goon who’d delivered the check had insisted that the heiress wasn’t to serve detention. Doris simply scowled at him but refused to give him an answer.

Athena tilted her head, that ridiculous pink bow flopping sideways like an extra set of ears. “Really?”

“It’s just a semester.” Doris’s voice sounded small even to her ears.

Athena cocked a brow. “She must pass.”

“She will.” She had to. Doris was not prepared to give back that check.

Athena’s heavy brow lowered over her eyes. “A girl that pretty doesn’t care about education.”

A surge of jealousy flooded Doris’s chest. “You think she’s pretty?” she snapped, unable to keep the hurt form her voice.

Athena rolled her eyes. “I’m not blind.”

Doris had known when she’d fallen for Athena that the troll had a wandering eye. How could she not, after her relationship with the beautiful Miss Bubblebosom, whose curves and wavy hair reminded Doris so much of Seraphina Goldenwand?

A slow smile spread across Doris’s face when an idea occurred to her. With a flick of the wrist, she moved her wand over her body, reciting the transformation spell. She gasped when she shrunk a good foot and had to look up at her lover. When the pearl buttons popped off her shirt, she smiled at her generous cleavage and smoothed her hands over curvaceous siren hips. No wonder the little tramp couldn’t keep her legs closed. She had a body made for loving.

Athena arched a bushy brow. “What are you doing?”

Doris zapped the lock on the door. She shrugged out of her jacket and threw it across the desk. Athena’s eyes widened when she slipped off her shoes and unzipped her pants. When Athena broke into a lusty grin, steam pouring out of her nostrils, Doris hoped she’d won. If not, there was nothing to be done. The school came first. Athena had known this when they started dating.

Chapter Two

Serah was pulled through the thin, slightly sticky film that made the bubble. It looked nothing like what she’d seen from the outside. It was ten times bigger and a total bachelor pad, with a tiki bar at one end, a flat-screen television on the other, and a round, crimson velvet sofa in the sunken center of the room.

“I’m Teju.” Boxer Shorts adjusted his wire glasses and slapped his chest. “And this is my brother, Draque.” He gestured to Bearded Guy, who was casually leaning against the translucent wall, sipping a beer.

When Draque tilted his bottle toward Serah with a wink, she thought her knees would buckle. He was sinfully sexy. Something about the way he mentally undressed her with his eyes told her he’d be an amazing fuck.

Teju pointed to the crimson-faced guy in sweats, who was going around the room, shoving empty beer bottles into a bag. “And our other brother, Ladon.”

Ladon’s cheeks flushed even brighter. “Sorry about the mess,” he said. “We weren’t expecting company.”

“I don’t mind.” She shrugged. “Beats that hellish island.” She rubbed her arms when chills raced across her skin.

Ladon dropped his bag, snatched a blanket off the sofa, and wrapped it around her. “Come sit down,” he said and led her down shallow steps to the sunken area.

She hugged the blanket tightly and smiled at him as she sat. When his fingers brushed her skin, her chilled flesh burst into fire. “Thanks.” She looked into golden eyes that