My Professor Is My Alpha Mate Novels & Stories

This was it, then. “What… what did they say?” I asked, the words barely a whisper. The other she-wolves shifted, their faces tightening with a mixture of curiosity and discomfort. Mira hesitated for a fraction of a second. “They reminded him of tradition,” she said, her voice now laced with a subtle edge. “Of the importance of maintaining the purity of the Alpha line. Of…inappropriate unions.” She didn't need to say it outright. We all knew what she meant. Inappropriate union.

I say throwing my arms out to the side disclosing what my logic was, which even now didn’t seem like the greatest of ideas on my part. “You believed Alban would simply drop the fact that you and he are mates, you have realised he’s an Alpha, they are more possessive of their mates than any other regular shifter?” He asked in a are you dumb kind of tone, where I once again I had to sigh running my hand through my hair.

“You know, I never fully understood what you meant about an Alpha’s job never being done, but I do now. I also understand much more how important it is for an Alpha to have a good, trustworthy Beta.” “The only bond more important for an Alpha than his bond with his Beta, is his bond with his mate. You can’t function without a good Beta, or if you do, it’s only just barely scratching the surface.” “Scratching the surface, yeah, that’s pretty much what I was doing for the first several months I was Alpha. Or I thought of it as barely keeping my head above water.” “Either analogy works,” he says, turning to look out at the group of Lunas. Nikki is teasing Robin about becoming a girl dad.

It wasn’t really a question. Fantastic! Just what I needed. An overly possessive Alpha growling at my friend and the pack Beta, in front of the pack Alpha who also happened to be my ex-boyfriend in the middle of alliance negotiations between the three of them. This whole “mate” business was getting more annoying by the second. Though Cara obviously didn’t agree. She was preening over the attention.

“I am nothing like you and will never be anything like you.” This time, the smirk on the Alpha’s face turned into a large grin, showing his dentitions. “Oh, Natalie. You’re more than I can ever be. Look at you, alone in this lonely large world, with no family, no friends, no one to call your lover.” I backed away, painful tears filling my eyes. “Shut up, I have someone. I have my mate. I have a lover.” “Mate? Do you mean Alpha Maverick? A mate that isn’t and wouldn’t be yours? Let me get this straight, the same Alpha Maverick that’s head over heels for Rhaella, the Alpha of Alphas. The same person you tried to murder!”

he had smiled. “Speaking of mates, how many does your uncle currently have?” I had asked nonchalantly. “None that I know of…. None serious anyway…” he rubbed the back of his neck. Just as I had expected, Alpha Roam had intended to just add me to his collection. I was not cub making material and not suitable to be a proper mate to the Alpha. He only wanted me for a plaything. I had decided not to pry too much as my questions had started to make the beta uncomfortable. I had thanked him, cooked him and Lil a nice dinner/breakfast, and let them off early to have some alone time while I had finished last night’s shift out.

My hands clench my cutlery, but still, I don’t turn around. “He will get over it soon. All Alpha’s are like that, aren’t they? They use girls until they are over it, and then they move onto the next,” the girl complains under her breath. I fume, considering she knows nothing about Kael, or me. Deciding I can’t listen anymore, I whirl around. “Do you two mind? Alpha Kael is actually my mate, so I would appreciate you not speaking about me like that.” The pair simply stare at me, gaping.

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.

“You’re so afraid of being hurt that you’ve decided to never be loved.” His hand dropped from my face as if I’d bitten him. The mask of the smug Alpha slammed back into place instantly. “I’m an Alpha, Avelora. I don’t need love. I need loyalty and a mate who can run a mile without collapsing.” He checked his watch again. “Your five minutes were up three minutes ago. We’re running the long way back.” He was too good at changing the topic. “The long way?” I groaned, looking at the steep trail leading back into the dark woods. “You are a monster. A literal, actual monster.”

‘He wanted to come, I told him I was fine doing it on my own as he had an important Alpha lecture test that if he missed, he would have to repeat the entire lecture block next semester. Finding it strange for an Alpha to allow this; however, Dr West didn’t know which Alpha was her mate and if he was a young Alpha it was plausible and she could only accepted her explaination. Dr West finishes filling everything into her computer and then sits straighter as she faces Isadora, placing her elbows on the desk leaning on them as she says.