Tyler made a bad decision when he was a first year student. Now that his den brother has been dishonored, Tyler wants to make all the wrongs in his life right, not the least of which is claiming Julianna as his mate.
Tyler stood at the corner of Kythera Hall, watching the group of girls laughing together.
Not quite, he admitted to himself. He wasn't watching the group. He was watching her. Julianna.
She dressed in a Bohemian style...ankle-length, flowing dresses made of linen, ramie, hemp, or double gauze. Her coppery-brown hair was long and loose, pulled back at the temples to a ponytail at the back to keep the strands out of her eyes. Still, waves escaped and framed her face.
She was tall for a female, nearly Tyler's height. Were they standing face-to-face, he would be able to look directly into her medium gray eyes.
I want to be that close to her. It's what he came here to do, and unless Julianna sent him away, he would have that wish.
* * * *
"Ladies," a male greeted them.
Julianna focused on the book in her lap. She had no interest in randy males sniffing for something appealing.
A gasp from one of her friends made her stiffen.
No. It can't be. Julianna raised her head slowly, panning her gaze up strong, male legs encased in tailored suit pants. The shirt was undoubtedly a fine twill, and his arms were crossed over his broad chest.
His. No, Tyler's. She didn't question that she was correct. When their gazes met through the fall of his unruly hairstyle, Julianna wasn't surprised.
"Hello, Alpha Tyler." She tried to act unaffected, though his mere presence made her heart pound in excitement.
"Hello, Julianna." He smiled at her, though it wasn't reflected in his eyes.
Her friends shot uncomfortable looks at each other. When Tyler didn't continue speaking, they started mumbling excuses and taking their leave. Far too soon, they were alone together.
"You wanted to see me, Alpha Tyler?" she inquired, still trying to act unaffected.
"Call me Tyler. Please."
Not on your life. Julianna waited to see what he would say next. Can't be worse than anything I've heard before. At least she hoped not.
He sighed and rubbed a hand along his lower lip and jaw. "I was wrong."
She raised an eyebrow in surprise. "About?"
Tyler ground his teeth, but he nodded. "You're due a full apology. I know that. So...yes, what I said about you...about lowborn wolves in general... It was wrong. I was willful and arrogant and hurtful. I can't lead if I don't respect all wolves equally."
"I'm...stunned, to tell the truth." She was. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me. I'm trying to make right the things I've screwed up."
"Good start," she admitted. Grudgingly. She could almost grow to like this Alpha Tyler, though previous encounters with him still stung.
He stood there, seemingly waiting for something she couldn't name.
"Was there something else you wanted?"
"Yes. No. Sort of." He took a calming breath. "Not the right time. Do you mind if I talk to you later? Another time?"
Julianna tried to come to grips with this new, unsettling side of him. She'd never seen an Alpha so tongue tied. "Sure. You can talk to me another time." But why?
Tyler nodded and strolled away, more at ease than she'd ever seen him.
"So what was that all about?" Veronique asked, appearing from the distance as he disappeared the opposite direction.
"I have no idea." But I may find out when he returns to talk to me again.
"What did he say?" Vanessa asked. She was shadowing her twin, as usual.
"He apologized."
"Just like that?" they asked together.
"Just. Like. That."
