My Professor Is My Alpha Novels & Stories

I thought within. "You know what! We desire her! We should have her!" He bellows. "Just stop it! We cannot have her." I said to him, "And why is that?" He demanded. "Duh! She's a student and I'm supposed to be her professor. I cannot do anything about that." I explained for the upteenth time since we saw her. "It does not matter. We can have her. We're the Alpha. We get whoever we desire and you know it!" He continues.

“We don’t fight him in the open. We hit him where it hurts - his rogues, his supply lines, his ability to strike fear. Alaric’s power comes from chaos. We dismantle it, and he loses his grip.” A middle-aged Beta stood, her arms crossed as she addressed the room. “Even if we agree, coordinating an effort like this won’t be easy. Packs don’t trust one another, especially not when it comes to open conflict. Who’s to say some of us won’t use this opportunity to settle old scores?”

she says finally. I frown, sensing that she's hiding something. "May, can I ask you about the Alpha?" I say, my voice barely above a whisper. May's eyes flicker to mine, a warning glint in their depths. "What do you want to know, Princess?" she asks, her voice cautious. "Is he...is he going to hurt me?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest. May's expression softens, her eyes filling with sympathy. "No, Princess," she says, her voice gentle. "The Alpha may seem fierce, but he is a just ruler. He will not harm you."

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Ash raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Alex chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Allen raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Sebestian chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."

Shaking my head, I open my eyes and answer him flatly, “Honestly, I don’t know where I was going, but to me it seemed that I was intruding, and I didn’t want to bother you any longer.” “Woman. What on earth are you talking about? She is my beta. One of my second in command. I was merely calming her and assuring her that everything would be alright.” He says in a louder tone than he should have because now everyone is staring at us. When the doctor walks up to us, he pats Alexander on the back and asks quietly, “Is everything alright here, Alpha?”

My face showed a little bit of my expression. Noticing that she looked at me and tried to change the mood. -How about we talk about your life, first we should get to know each other a little bit. Those words surprised me a little with her change of attitude, it was as if she wanted to have something with me, but not so fast. I kept listening to each of his words. -You look like a Beta, but I can tell you're an Alpha, which somehow attracts me. Not that I like you.

The professor was a new lecturer and was too focused on his work to mingle with the other lecturers so no one bothered to mention to him that the family that owned the University (Vanderwilson) had two children attending the this year and one of them took his classes. Mei, ever the instigator, slowly stood up. Her chair scraped against the floor with an ominous screech. She leveled the professor with a look so cold it could have flash-frozen the sun. “What did you just say to us, you fucking dog?” she growled, her voice dripping with venom. (dog is used to describe a poor werewolf from a foreign country ) Every werewolf in the room flinched, their instincts screaming at them to avoid the ine

We waited for the girls to be out of sight before turning to look at eachother again, and he signaled to a corner which I followed without questions. The path led us into a dining room large enough to serve fifty people and I took a seat on one of the chairs, waiting for the alpha to do same. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked, but I shook my head almost immediately, offering him a look that showed I was content. “Alright. Then what is this about?” “I am a professor at Redmoon high.” “You said that already to my warriors.” “Yes, I did.” I responded, realizing he wasn’t one to have small talks, especially not at this time of the night. “Aside been the professor, I am something else

he replied, his tone laced with amusement. With introductions out of the way, Derick and the Professor stood face to face. The Professor's keen gaze analyzed Derick's features, noting the unmistakable presence of an Alpha. "You must be an Alpha," he stated matter-of-factly. Derick's patience wore thin, and his anger seeped into his voice. "We didn't invite you here to answer your questions. Let's get down to business." The Professor's expression turned stern, and he asserted his demand for respect. "No, no, no. I will not tolerate any form of disrespect, even from a wolf. You must learn to respect me."