Ivy's POV
"May I speak with you, Alpha Ivy?" The request came just as class ended. I was internally wrestling with Killian, who was desperate to shift. Holding back my wolf felt like trying to contain a hurricane inside my skin. I turned to Gamma Bryce with a controlled exhale.
"Of course," I replied, making my way to his desk while the other students filed out. After I had managed to tuck my power away earlier, Bryce had attempted to refocus the class, but the tension lingering in the room was palpable.
"I'm sorry," he began, but I raised my hand, halting his apology.
"I'm not naive enough to think it was deliberate. I assume throughout your teaching career, you've encountered people pretending to be ranks they aren't. And female alphas are exceedingly rare. I don't take it personally."
