My Professor Is My Alpha Novels & Stories

he roared, and for a few seconds, I was frightened. I had managed to bring out his monstrous side and my life was hanging on a thread. "I don't. You are the Alpha of this pack and you are known for your ruthlessness. I am your beta, so I know you more than any servant you have right now." I answered confidently. "I know who I am talking to, but right now, I can't continue with your ruthless rules."

"Nice to meet you, Stephen and Jared. I hope we can communicate when it'd be okay to go out for the meal..." Stephen raised his head slightly. "We don't have class tomorrow evening." "Then, tomorrow evening." The man agreed. We saw the men off, and only then did Stephen release my arm. He returned to his seat. "What do you think of that alpha?" He asked with a slightly raised brow. Amusement flashed across my face. Something seemed to be brewing... Now, it seemed clearer. The reason Stephen felt so annoyed when he thought the Alpha discriminated against betas. "He's quite good. He's a professor." I replied.

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 sighed before smiling, his smile sounding a little tense. "Thanks for listening to my explanation, at least. Call me if you need anything. I hope you don't drop out of university because of me. Don't worry, I won't be teaching next semester. You can relax. You don't need to feel awkward around me when you see me at university. And yes, to answer your question, no one calls me Alpha because I told them to. As for Eric, he's confused because Blake is there, who is my true beta. Besides, you're right, Alphas have responsibilities," he said before smiling at me once more and leaving the room.

he said, refusing to give a score. “Principal…” I was about to explain why I’d written my answers in a super-condensed bullet-point format, but she didn’t let me. She raised her hand to cut me off, then picked up the office phone and pressed a button. “You can send him in now,” she said into the receiver. Neither I nor Lorraine’s grandfather were prepared for what happened next. The Alpha himself walked into the room. The three of us immediately bowed in respect. “Alpha? What are you doing here?” the professor asked, clearly nervous.

“Neither do I.” I crouch down in front of him so we are eye level. “Do you know how many times I have been knocked flat on my ass?” I ask and his frown deepens. “But you are the Alpha.” He says and I arch a brow at him. “And?” He hesitates for a second. “Alpha's don’t usually lose unless they want to.” I snort softly, shaking my head. “That is not true.” “Yes it is.” “No... What’s true is that you don’t always see it.”

I declared, my defiance loud and clear. So, I followed Alpha Skylar into this room, and let me tell you, it was a real freak show in there. Weirdest bunch of professors you ever did see. The ladies were eyeing me like I was their next meal, all seductive and whatnot. Meanwhile, the guys were either giving me these nasty looks or just straight up hating on me, mixed in with a healthy dose of fear.Then Skylar pipes up, announcing my gig as the wolf-whisperer for the young ones, teaching them how to throw a punch and plan a fight. You'd think I'd suggested setting the place on fire with the reaction I got.They all started shouting, saying they wouldn't stand for it, waving their pitchforks in m

"Neither can I." The male in the midst of the other two explicates to me that he is the Alpha, yet why does he seem so familiar to me as though something within me remembers him. The wolf is quite large both in height and structure and the way he carries himself with that esteem and confidence I find undeniably alluring.

I inquired while I continued to wait for his response. "Because there is a difference between what you think and the true reality. There are a lot of Alphas a lot stronger than you Who also want this position so you will need a personal tutor if you want to become the next Alpha of the pack." He returned to me and I drew a really deep breath, deeper than I had ever drawn all my Life. I stared at Alpha Damon's face and when I saw that he stared back at me, I pulled my eyes away from him almost immediately.

Everyone knows they're just created fantasies, to entertain fictional stories lovers"he added, with a nonchalant enthusiasm. I forced my face into an unreadable mask, but inside, irritation clawed at me. He thinks of us as mere fictional entertainment. He had no idea what he was surrounded by. No idea that his own professor was a werewolf. No idea that about half of the students sitting in this class could shift at will. No clue that he was speaking to an Alpha. An Almighty one to be precise. And he laughed–laughed–at his own words, shaking his head like the mere thought of werewolves existing was absurd.