Page 31 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire

“ Y ou look heartbroken,” Domenico commented when Alessandro entered his office.

His younger brother only shrugged, and the absence of any hotheaded response made Domenico frown.

Waiting until Alessandro was seated, he asked abruptly, “Something’s happened between you and Kassia?”

Alessandro’s lips twisted. “You speak as if you already know her.”

“I probably do,” Domenico answered, unruffled.

“By knowing you, I already have a good idea about the kind of girl you’d fall for.

” He saw his younger brother stiffen at his choice of words but when he didn’t refute it, Domenico realized that things had progressed further between Alessandro and his student.

This time, Domenico waited patiently, allowing the silence to continue.

“I get it now,” Alessandro heard himself say. He waited for his older brother to rub it in, but he didn’t.

Of course he didn’t.

This was the all-powerful and all-knowing Domenico Moretti, after all.

A few days ago, the words would’ve been sarcastic, but now it was the truth.

He did get it now, and because he did, he wished he had gotten it earlier.

Lifting his gaze to Domenico, he owed up to the truth, saying succinctly, “I get it now, and because I do, I know I fucked up.”

Ignoring his brother’s last words, he asked carefully, “What exactly do you get?”

Again, Alessandro’s lips twisted. “You want it in writing?”

“If you really get it now as you say, then you should know that I am still the brother you’ve always thought me to be. It would give me no pleasure at all to make you suffer endlessly.” Domenico’s eyes bored through him as he spoke.

The words struck home, and Alessandro grimaced. “Apologies.” He raked a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I only said that out of habit, and perhaps out of... fear .”

Finally, they were getting somewhere, Domenico thought. Leaning back against his seat, he asked again, “So...what do you ‘get’ ?”

“I get why you’ve changed, why you’re letting all those bastards think they’re stronger than you.

You’re doing it to make it right for Misty, not just for her but for yourself and for the whole pack, too.

” But all throughout it, he wasn’t remembering how it had been between Domenico and his human wife.

Instead, he remembered his own human girl – the one who captured his heart the way Misty had captured Domenico’s.

Love, selfless and unlimited.

And yet, like Domenico, he had crushed that love. They might have different motives, but the results were the same.

He had broken Kassia’s heart the same way Domenico had broken his wife’s.

More images of Kassia danced in his mind, but all of them had her face ravaged with pain.

Kassia, seeing him with another woman—-

Kassia, learning he had fucked someone else—-

Kassia, waking up alone in his bed yet again, believing it was all a game to him—-

The memories made him whiten with shame and self-revulsion, and he told Domenico tonelessly, “Believe me, I get it better than any other man could. Making it right for Misty is what’s going to make you earn your honor back.

” A humorless smile formed on Alessandro lips.

“That’s what makes you stronger, not flexing your muscles in front of other Lyccans. ”

“I’m sorry, Alessandro,” Domenico said quietly, knowing that by “getting” it, Alessandro also had to know how much he had hurt the young girl every time fear made Alessandro push her away.

“She told me she loved me, but that she didn’t think she could ever trust me again.

” His fists clenched as he spoke, Alessandro struggling to keep his tone even and his emotions under control.

“And I couldn’t even blame her. Even if the thought of her leaving me terrifies the fuck out of me, I just..

.” He drew his breath sharply. “I don’t even know if I have the right to stop her if she chooses to leave. ”

Looking at his brother’s bent head, Domenico’s senses suddenly prickled.

Danger, his battle-hardened instincts warned him.

Danger not to himself but to Alessandro, and the realization made him say sharply, “Tell me what your plans are.” He knew his brother was a full-grown man, with skills that most Lyccans would find unbeatable.

But he didn’t give a damn. Alessandro was his baby brother, his responsibility.

No fucking way would Domenico allow anything to happen to him.

“Alessandro...”

His brother’s warning tone almost made Alessandro smile as he came to his feet. “I also came here to tell you I’ll be bringing Kassia with me to your birthday party.”

Domenico’s gaze narrowed. “Has she agreed to be your mate?”

“No.”

What the fuck?

“Alessandro,” he growled, but his brother only bowed in response before walking away.

Domenico pinched the bridge of his nose as the door closed behind Alessandro.

Goddammit. Why couldn’t one member of his family have a fucking peaceful love life?

Alessandro had just indirectly told him he was going to risk execution for Kassia.

Last night, Alejandro had told him he was going to fight to the death if the Panthera chose to execute the princess he served and, Domenico suspected, loved as well.

And the night before that, he had spoken to Esme, who had then confessed that she might just be in love with a pack prince who also believed Domenico was a dog.

His gaze strayed towards the framed photo of Misty he had on his table. What would you have done in this position, sweetheart? Unlike him, she had never closed herself off from her siblings, no matter what life had thrown at her.

If she had been here, she would probably know what to do right away.

But she wasn’t.

Misty was gone, and he was alone, and remembering this made him realize he, too, had made up his mind.

He might have already blown his chance with his wife, but Alessandro still had a chance to make things right. So did Alejandro and Esme, and Domenico was determined to do whatever it took to help them.

THE PROFESSOR WAS IGNORING her.

She had texted and called him numerous times in the past three days, but he hadn’t answered any of them.

She visited his office every day but always ended up knocking on a locked door.

The only time she caught glimpses of the professor was when he was in class, and only the fear of causing talk about them prevented her from interrupting him then.

But today was going to be different, Kassia thought determinedly. Sure, the professor had so far successfully avoided eye contact with her from his place on the platform in front of the class, but sooner or later—-

“Any questions?” the professor drawled in his usual, beautifully accented voice at the end of his lesson.

Kassia’s hand shot up.

The professor’s gaze went through her as if she didn’t even exist, and instead he called the girl seated right behind Kassia. “Yes, Ms. Perez?”

Kassia’s jaw dropped. Seriously? Just to ignore her, he would rather call on Alda, who was a full-blooded Italian?

Behind her, Alda started to speak in flawlessly accented Italian, and Kassia reluctantly lowered her hand back to her lap.

Alessandro listened to Alda with half an ear while keeping Kassia in the periphery of his vision. When Alda spoke about having trouble with verb conjunctions, he saw Kassia start to roll her eyes then, as if changing her mind, bringing her fingers to her eyelids and forcibly pushing them down.

Her reaction made the professor’s lips press together in a straight line as he fought against smiling. That was exactly like Kassia, with the way she was so earnestly against being bitchy even if she had a right to be.

Alda’s voice trailed off. “P-professor, did I say something wrong?”

Alessandro’s face smoothed when he realized that Alda and the rest of the class mistook his stern expression for displeasure. “Apologies, Ms. Perez,” he said right away. “I wasn’t frowning at you.” He added a gentle smile to his words, and every girl in the class except for Kassia sighed dreamily.

Mistaking the professor’s smile as affirmation, Alda asked hopefully, “You’ll give me one-on-one lessons then, Professor?”

Again, the professor’s devastating smile reappeared, but his voice was brief and polite when he said, “I’m afraid not.”

Most of the class snickered as Alda was forced to admit defeat and grudgingly took her seat while the professor resumed his lesson.

The school bell rang a few minutes later, and Alessandro cut himself off, knowing that no matter how much his female students proposed to adore him, they adored the end of classes even more. “Don’t forget we’ll be having graded recitation next time,” he reminded them.

“Yes, Professor.”

“Yes, Mr. Moretti.”

The girls replied to him in a chorus, all of them wearing similar smiles of infatuation on their faces.

Everyone – again – except for Kassia.

Her expressive face told him she was torn between wanting to talk to him and ignoring him as payback.

He could smell her indecision, but the moment he turned around to walk back to his table, the scent of her mood changed.

It turned into stubborn determination, and he allowed a smile to play on his lips.

As Kassia walked towards him, his Lyccan senses picked up other things.

Her shallow breathing, her erratic breathing – Kassia was obviously convinced he would continue ignoring her, but even so she was still determined to talk to him.

Ah, baby, fearless as always.

Her pluckiness both impressed and aroused him, the latter forcing Alessandro to swiftly move behind his table, hoping it would shield the sight of his erection.

“Professor.” Kassia had reached his table now, and her scent swirled around him.

Once, it had been as delicate as a newly blossoming petal, as sweet as a girl’s first crush.

But since he had taken her virginity, Kassia’s scent had changed, turning into something more intoxicating, a unique mix of ripe strawberries and the musky fragrance of a tight little pussy.

In a word: irresistible .

If he could have that scent surround him every night, he would die a happy man. His smile turned ironic at the thought. Wasn’t that fucking sentimental for a man who used to despise the idea of love?

“Professor, I demand to speak with you.” Her voice was low and shook at the end, but her face was cast in a mulish expression. Knowing how shy Kassia was, he was certain she must have mentally rehearsed her line several times to get those words out.

“What is this about, Ms. Summers?” Gathering his papers, he headed towards the door, leaving Kassia no choice but to follow him.

Hurrying to keep pace with him, she demanded, “You really don’t know?” Visibly hurt, his little chick was unable to keep her voice low, which caused a few curious, interested glances to go their way. Kassia didn’t notice this, but Alessandro did.

Not enough to start a conflagration of rumors , Alessandro thought grimly, but even so it had to be nipped in the bud. Where there was smoke, there was fire, and it would only be a matter of time if Kassia continued to be careless.

Kassia’s fists clenched against her sides when the professor’s stride suddenly lengthened, and in no time he had reached his office while she was left lagging behind. Her lips compressed as she hurried after him.

Did the professor really believe she was going to let him do this to her... again ?

And to think he had said he loved her, Kassia thought as she pushed the door open.

A smile flitted over his lips as he watched his little chick stomp into his office without any hesitation.

All other students would have knocked and asked for permission, but not his little chick.

She was so used to being a part of his life, to being familiar with him, that she failed to realize how vastly different her actions were from other students.

She was acting like he was hers, without even knowing it.

Kassia had only taken one step in, the door swinging shut behind her, when suddenly she was swept up by a pair of strong, hard arms and she was being kissed, ravenously so.