EPILOGUE

Jayla's POV:

"I'm married!" I smacked my student's head as I was walking around the classroom.

"You can leave your husband for me," Brampton, one of my students, said, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

"Do you think I want to do that? Or that my husband would be happy about it?" I asked with a smirk.

"Dude, her husband is Maxwell Black." His friend chuckled. I laughed at his priceless face.

I couldn't believe that Max had made himself popular even in the human world.

"Are you sure you don't want to be with me?" Brampton smiled sadly, and I slapped the back of his head again.

"I'm 25, not 16," I replied with a smirk. Sometimes, I wondered why I was a high school teacher.

Years after Max and I married, I became the Queen of the Werewolves. All of them.

My mate was also the Alpha of my pack, which was annoying because he worked so much. It meant that we rarely had any sweet moments to ourselves.

Finally, the bell rang. I waved to my students and sighed after they left the room. I pulled out my phone and looked at it for a while. I became a high school teacher after I graduated—a math teacher, to be precise.

"Jayla!" The Italian teacher, Lorenzo, came in.

"Hey, Lorenzo. What's up?" I said, putting away my phone.

"I'm good, babe. What do you think of us going on a date?" he asked, and I cringed. He still didn't get that I was married to Max even though I wore my engagement and wedding ring. I even made sure to show my left hand.

"Who the fuck are you to call my wife babe?" my man said from the doorway. He was wearing his usual black suit and sunglasses. Damn, he looked hot.

"Wife?" Lorenzo asked me. I rolled my eyes.

"Get the fuck out of here before you are fired!" he growled, and Lorenzo sprinted out of my classroom. Max took off his sunglasses and locked the door of my classroom.

"Why am I seeing my wife getting hit on by everyone?" He walked toward my desk.

"I don't know. Maybe because I'm hot." I smirked, flipping my hair to the other side.

He rolled his eyes. He picked me up, sat in my chair, and then put me in his lap.

"I thought the royal king was busy," I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"Well, your king made some time for you." He gave me a devilish smirk.

"What are you doing here?" I said, putting my arms around his shoulders and kissing his neck. He moaned and shifted his body so that I could kiss his neck comfortably.

"Heard from someone that a fucker was flirting with you."

"He has a name," I said with a smile.

"Baby, I don't care about someone who tried to hit on you." He grabbed my chin and placed his lips against me.

"No, my students," I whispered, but he didn't care and kept kissing me. The bell rang. The break was over for students.

"Max," I groaned and pushed him away. He licked his lips and wanted to kiss me again, but I heard a knock on my door. I got out of his hold quickly and straightened my hair.

"Get out," I said breathlessly.

"Don't treat me like that, baby." He pouted and stood up to open the door. Five girls were standing outside my door.

"Mr. Black?" a girl yelled, amazed.

"Hey, girls. Would you let me stay here and watch your class?" He smirked at me, and I glared at him. What was he doing?

"Yes, please. Mrs. Black?" she called and begged me to let my husband stay.

"Don't you have work to do?" I mind-linked Max. He grinned mischievously.

"Took time off for you, baby," he replied.

"Alright, just come in," I exclaimed, and the girls squealed as they took their seats. The boys groaned and stared at Max with envy.

Sorry, boys.

"Well, you guys, this is Mr. Black, the CEO of the Black Company. Anything to say?" I asked Max as he stood next to me.

"Nothing to say. I'm happy to spend the time with my wife." He winked at me. I stared at him as the girls gushed in admiration.

"Anyway, go sit over there," I ordered him to sit in my seat. He nodded and sat while I taught my lesson.

When it was time for them to work on the exercise, I kept thinking about Max and his sculpted body and how his white shirt clung to his abs tightly.

I wondered what would have happened if the bell hadn't rung.

"So, want to continue?" he suddenly mind-linked me. I glared at him.

"Shut up!" I snapped.

"Babe, don't be embarrassed. I know you were thinking of my hot body," he declared, and my eyes widened with shock. Of course! He could read my thoughts.

I rolled my eyes and looked at my students as they worked

"Miss, I need your help!" a student called out to me.

I chuckled. "Yes, Nick?"

This was my life. And I absolutely loved it.