My Professor Is My Alpha Mate Novels & Stories

“Excuse me—?” “I bet they didn’t. Just as no other Alpha males in your university or the Royal Academy were ever bothered with such things. But my friend and I had a special subject at the Academy, just for two of us: Mate Satisfaction. So, while the male Alphas were learning battle strategy and resource management, Aella and I were studying how to suck dick properly. Bless the Goddess, it was only theory—no practice. Do you think that is fair, Your Highness?” She didn’t wait for him to recover.

“Is this true?” I met his gaze as I forced my face to remain calm. “It is true that I am close with the Alpha,” I said carefully. “But I am also close with his Beta, Andre, and his head warrior, Lucas. We have a long history. And as you said earlier, I have a mate. My loyalty and my bond are with Andre.” Alpha Kael nodded slowly, as a master manipulator looking for how to pounce next. “That is precisely why this is so very uncomfortable. The lines appear….uncertain.”

"Alpha, it would be my honour to serve as your beta. I pledge my unwavering loyalty to you and our pack, and I will support you with all my strength, dedication and my dying breath." The pack members erupted into applause, their excitement and approval evident. Torrez and Lucas clasped hands, sealing their bond as alpha and beta. It was a moment of unity and trust, as the pack witnessed the strong partnership that would guide them through the ever-changing tides of their lives. With Torrez by his side, he knew he had someone he could rely on, someone who shared his vision for the pack's future. Together, they would navigate whatever challenges threatened the future of the pack.

Nobody said anything for a while. I suddenly burst out laughing and kept on laughing because really? That was ridiculous. “Okay for real this time. What do you actually think? Do you think he's in heat or something?” I said, wiping stray tears away from my cheeks. “He is your mate! You and Alpha Christian are mates. That is why he almost marked you, it's getting hard for him to not do that when he is this close to his mate–” she was saying, but I cut her off.

With a sigh, I shook my head in disappointment but kept my emotions in check, knowing he could still break down in tears from digging up the past and reflecting on what could have been. "Owen looks old for you, which is why you don’t like him. And then again, every girl wants to be the Alpha’s favorite. It’s normal for girls your age to want to be his mate. Even older female wolves wouldn’t mind being his sugar mummy because of the fame and wealth that come with it. But you didn’t understand one major thing, and it has led you to this tragic stage in life," he continued, his eyes now fixed on mine. "You didn’t think of the negative effects of being the Alpha’s mate. Or did you?"

Besides, the room was practically an acoustics chamber. Loud enough. Out of nowhere, I began to talk. “For most of the families here being founded on the mating bond…some of you are brave to even remotely think to deny your own alpha that chance,” I stated boldly. “We want him to have a mate…just not you, whore!” A man yelled from the crowd. I recognized him. His wife was a teacher in my school. And guess what?

I don't know any alpha whose mate is the beta's mate too. - I don't know anything about that. I've never lived in a pack before. - Alphas are very possessive and, normally, they do not share their mates. If you and I are mates too, Alex would kill me. That must be what he suspects and is testing us. - I don't know. He looks like he's pushing us towards each other. He seems to know that we are mates and he seems to want to share me. I find everything so strange.

"And you grabbed me, said my name, called me mate. I didn't do anything to you. You did this." Silence stretches, thin and brittle. Then he laughs, short, bark-like, designed to shrink me down. "Mate." He repeats it like a diagnosis, something clinical and repulsive. "An Alpha knows his mate on sight. The bond is unmistakable." His eyes rake over me, hair a mess, feet bare, everything exposed and inadequate. "I feel nothing when I look at you. Nothing."

I want to feel like one of them, for them to treat me like one of their co-workers and not their Luna. She nods. “Okay, Professor Hartley,” she says, her left eye twitching when she calls me that. “You’re very right about our Alpha, he is indeed a kind and tolerant man, but messing with one’s mate is unacceptable.” “Since we’re coworkers,” Professor Bradford clears his throat. “I assume I can say I fear he’s very possessive?” “We both are,” I truthfully say. When people see him around me they think he’s highly possessive, but I overtake him in that department, he just handles me well.

He softly kissed his temples and he turned to him. "I know you all are taking me as crazy. Hell, I am. Chriss is her mate. Can’t you all feel it? They share a special bond in between. She is the Alpha. He is the Beta. Her Beta. Her mate. Don't you all remember it's always Chriss. She would always go to him. And for Chriss, it was always his Minnie. The way he treated her. The way they both are always for each other.