The Alpha Professor and His Mate

Prologue The full moon shone down on the forest, casting its pale light over the trees. The wind was still, and the leaves rustled only slightly in the breeze. The only sounds were the chirping of crickets and the occasional hooting of owls.Torrez was on patrol. His sharp senses were on high alert as he prowled through the underbrush, scanning the woods for any sign of danger. He had been feeling very uneasy ever since Lucas, his alpha left for an urgent meeting leaving him in charge of their territory. The forest was Torrez's home, and he knew every inch of it. He had spent his life here, growing up with the pack, learning from his elders. He had always felt safe in the forest, protected by his pack and the natural order of things. He mused about how his fellow packmates teased him relentlessly for not sealing the bond with his mate, Freya. Smiling slightly to himself, he hoped she understood that he was trying to be a gentleman. He didn’t want to just claim her like a wild anima

Marcella groaned as she woke up from the blaring sound of her alarm clock before reaching over to turn it off. It was 4am and she wasn't a morning person by any means. She groggily got up from her bed and slowly padded out of her small room to the bathroom with a hand on her head. Gosh, she hated Mondays.Stepping into the bathroom, she switched on the lights and was met with her reflection staring back at her. Her hair looked even wilder and crazier than usual and she scowled at it.The brown curly hair was the bane of her existence and the only reason why she woke up an hour earlier than normal just to try and make it look presentable. Hair straighteners didn't work on it, and the various assorted hair products which lined the shelf beside the mirror that promised straight sleek hair were just a waste of her hard earned money. She gingerly picked up her toothbrush and hurriedly brushed her teeth before undressing. Assessing her familiar nude body, she felt insecure as she took in t

One thing Marcella hated was annoying and rude customers. It messed with her mood. No matter what she did, there would always be one customer that got on her nerves every morning; it was like a curse.Today it happened to be Dean Smith. The blonde college jock with a brain so empty, she was sure it made a hollow sound when tapped. He entered the shop with a snarl on his lips, and she could almost see the dark energy he brought along with him. It's like his pitch-black aura was determined to ruin her Monday. "Tea. Peppermint," he said, not even acknowledging her. 'What happened to: Hi, Good morning, Could I please have.' She thought."We just ran out, I'm afraid," the most insincere smile edged on her lips. That was a lie, of course. Her boss ordered it over the weekend and it had just been delivered before the shop opened. "What?" His eyebrows pulled together in distaste. "I said—" "I know what you said. I'm not deaf," he let out a low laugh, "How come you don't have pepperm

“Here!” Her voice sounded like a squeak in her ears as she raised her hand up slightly, her heart hammering away as the way he said it had sounded sinful to her ears. His steady gaze landed on her for too long a moment before proceeding to the next student, but it took forever for her heartbeat to return to normal.Thank goodness she’d bothered with the deodorant this morning despite her rush from the cafe because she was already sweating buckets at this point. And it was barely—she glimpsed the clock hanging behind him—twenty minutes into class. This meant there was still over an hour left to go…The lecture began right after attendance had been taken and the classroom was suddenly filled with the ‘click clack’ noises of fingers tapping rapidly against keyboards. She glanced over her shoulder and realised that practically every student but herself had pulled out a laptop and was currently taking notes by typing at the speed of light. Of course, she had to be the only one taking notes

Lucas had been driving for about 30 minutes trying to get to the unfamiliar location James had texted to him. He hadn’t spent up to a month in the town and still relied on G****e Maps to find his place around and at the moment he could only boast of knowing the route to the college he taught at, some supermarkets and the way back to his home.Willowdale was a charming town located in the heart of Michigan and it was a perfect blend of modern and traditional, with sleek skyscrapers towering over classic brick buildings with a city-like district and a more local district. The streets he drove past were lined with trendy cafes, boutique shops, and small businesses, all bustling with activity.As he drove further into the local part of the town, he couldn't help but be impressed by the number of activities bustling everywhere; it was also home to a thriving arts district, with galleries and theatres showcasing the work of local artists. The streets were also filled with murals and street a