Not So Fast Mr Asshole!

"Ugh, this college's method of reprimanding is terrible!" Dáinn rubbed his wrists as he hissed in pain.

He had been in detention for an hour after class, writing a fifty-page essay for Mr Han. That terrible, cruel man. Dáinn gritted his teeth just thinking about how he almost became a handless man from all the writing. 'Just when I was talking to Cassiel too...'

Wait, what?! Why did Cassiel appear here?

"Lykouros, what's up with you, seriously?" Dáinn snapped out of his wandering thoughts and realised.

Lykouros had been coming out too often, especially in front of Cassiel. He pushed him back to rest and ruffled his hair. He ought to beat Lykouros up at this point. And not for nothing.

But because even though nothing happened, Dáinn instinctively knew that his wolf would've almost crossed limits back in Mr Han's class.

Why has he been acting so clingy towards Cassiel?