Scarlett’s POV

Alpha Killian insists on driving me to school himself, and the entire ride I keep trying—subtly, politely, desperately—to convince him that he doesn’t have to.

“Killian, really, you don’t have to do this,” I say again as we approach the academy gates. My voice sounds too bright and too eager, and I curse myself for it.

He glances at me, amused. “Why the sudden panic? Usually, you like when I do things for you.”

“I’m not panicking,” I lie smoothly. “I ...