Novel & Cerita My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Time to ruin all my plans and declare us soulmates way before she is ready. "Lisa, have you heard the term MATE before," I ask, feeling Alpha stand up in anticipation. She stiffens and gets a hard look on her face. Great, she knows what a mate is and doesn't like the relationship. "Yes, I have," she says, straightening her posture. "Well, Lisa, you are my mate. I have been observing you closely today purely for that reason. Not because I doubt your professional abilities," I say, staring at the moon. Please, goddess, help me.

The quiet ache of waking to cold sheets and an empty space where his mate should have been curled against him. He stopped just close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him, that familiar blend of pine smoke and cold iron wrapping around me like an invisible embrace. Still not touching. Giving me space even now, because that was who he was—my professor, my alpha, my mate who had always seen *me*, not just the omega in heat or the student who needed discipline. The bond hummed between us, golden and alive but still strained at the edges, like a thread pulled taut across the distance I had forced this morning.

Well, that’s one hell of an obstacle. “To answer your question, no. I am not disappointed. I know learning to trust me will be a process for you. Know that I do want you. You’re my mate.” Then suddenly he cocks his eyebrow. And fuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “You seem hung up on rank, on my being an Alpha and people thinking you are a rogue. What aren’t you telling me?” HHmmm, our sexy professor is a clever boy. You should reward him.

Alpha Steven said, sounding almost suspicious. “Well, it seems people just love to gossip,” I said, keeping the cheery facade. “Yes, Michael Howe is my mate.” The alpha pinched the bridge of his nose, looking slightly exasperated. “Really, Alice?” I frowned at him. “Really what?” “The mate bond isn’t something to be played with. Do not think for a second that you’re fooling anyone claiming that... person is your mate, especially when he’s not made his claim on you after all this time. I would’ve thought your father taught you better than this.”

Even worse we all made fun of her all the time. Thinking back to all the shit I have put her through over the years pains me and my wolf. We both feel like we failed her. A mate and Alpha should be there for his pack not slamming them into the dirt. I knew that the bad boy behaviour turned Morgan on. So I went with it. Now It makes me sick. Fuck me Alice saw me that day getting it on with another student in an empty room. I bet when that memory gets brought up she feels good about that. I really am a shit Mate.

“You’re my mate, Juliet, not a damn one-night stand.” “Yeah, but not everybody knows that.” “They need to, you’re their Luna,” he mumbles, stepping out of his closet and pulling a t-shirt on over his head. He swipes a hand over his buzzed head, glancing in my direction to find me gaping at him. “What?” I swallow hard, shaking my head. “I can’t be Luna.” “What do you mean?” he asks with a laugh. “I’m Alpha, you’re my mate. Hate to break it to you, babe, but it kinda comes with the territory.”

"If that's all you want to discuss, you should leave because I'm swamped now." Atlas removed his hand from me. "Don't ever spend any time alone with him next time." He emphasized that sentence as a threat. Now, I was sure the person he was referring to was the professor. I raised my face and looked at him. "He's my supervising professor. I have to keep seeing him until this project is finished. You don't understand this project is significant to me." I insisted. Atlas hardened his jaw. He looked at me sharply. "But you are the alpha's mate, so you have to listen to me anyway because you are bound to me."

He isn't getting anything from his Alpha, Killan is in dazed while his Beta is talking. He knew only that his heart was heavy with a burden that he could not name, and that the Moon Goddess's gift seemed to offer no solace. The notion that a man's masculinity is diminished by having a male partner is a fallacy. The It is entirely up to Alpha to decide how he will manage things for himself and his mate.

"Though I hear she was pulled out. Revived on the lawn. Quite the dramatic rescue." All the muscles in my body froze. "The video made its rounds." He twisted his beverage around. “Nobody seems to know, there's something between the professor and his student, lucky for you.” Through the rim of his glass, his eyes met mine. "But she's yours, isn't she, at least in some way.” I said nothing. I didn't have to say it to him. The fact that he'd said it meant he already knew. "The Lupine Pendant." He set his glass down and tapped the side of his neck lightly.

He wanted to watch her grow and get married to her and he wanted her to have his kids and wanted to grow old with her and wanted to protect her with his life. He had heard that a mate’s pull was the strongest and the most irresistible pull of the entire world. He didn’t believe it and even thought he would be able to resist it, but here he was giving in to her, not even wanting to resist her even a little. “Alpha.” Blake told him through mind link. He stopped tickling her and let out a low, annoyed growl. “What?” he barked through the mind link. “Ryan, is here.” Blake told him.