My Teacher Is A Werewolf Novels & Stories

Teya’s POV What the actual fuck did he just say Maybe I misheard. I wasn't focused and I misheard it. Cause there's no way in hell that my teacher, my professor just called me his mate. It was impossible. I was a human and he was a........well a werewolf.

Suddenly, she continued skipping before she said, “Open a window or call out to Mason. I heard the teacher in charge is an omega.” “Really...” I muttered sarcastically, “I didn't notice.” Turns out that Alee was right. The stupid omega werewolf teacher let out every werewolf student in detention, including my nauseous twin and the remaining students had to endure an hour of torture. He preferred that we should remain quiet. Not even the scratch of a pencil should be heard. My guess is, he must have a very sensitive ear.

"Nope. I'm a little curious about those hundreds of positions though. I counted all I've tried and it's not close to that number." "Well, maybe one day the student will become the teacher." I smiled up to him. I didn't mean I wanted to show him physically. I just blurted it out to have the last word. He looked down to me, but not with playful eyes. They turned blood red and fixated on my neck. Was he going to bite me? I'm a werewolf. He doesn't drink... oh my goddess, I think he does! He cracked his neck and looked to the dragon, who was randomly scorching the ground. I guess this is another species I never knew existed.

I mind linked her. Her eyes widened and she slumped down in her seat and apologized to my mate. I smirked and looked back at the teacher. Being Alpha has perks. Even more then I give myself credit for, the principle here is also a werewolf along with some students here. This school is 80% human though so we have to watch ourselves. She sits down beside me and looks at me. " So what's your name? " I said with a smile. She didn't say anything and smiled back. Gosh her smile is perfect. She'll be a great Luna I can just tell.

There are posters advertising clubs and events, and I can't help but wonder what all of them entail. We make our way to my first class, and I'm reassured to see that it's a standard humanities class — History, English, and Philosophy. I take a deep breath and enter the room, trying to appear calm and collected. The teacher, a tall, regal-looking werewolf, greets us and introduces himself as Mr. Howl. He motions for us to take a seat, and I settle into a desk next to Lily. The rest of the class is a mix of supernatural beings, and I can feel my anxiety levels rising as I try to mask my nervousness.

Shuddering, I watched as he turned around to face us. “I’m Professor Stefan, your Tactics 101 teacher for this year,” he loudly announced to us as he walked from one side of the classroom to the other. “I have been tasked with turning you pups into the best werewolves and leaders you can be.” He stopped suddenly and looked directly at Rowan and me. “I didn't agree to teach you, nasty creatures. But yet here I am forced to do it. I beg of you, don't give me a reason to show you my bad side because I won't hesitate to take you out.”

He says seriously. "Sheesh, you act like Godzilla." I state, taking my notebook from my bag. "I'll be fine later." Putting on my training uniform, I make my way through the crowd of students. There are a lot of us in one big room. It's spacious, enough for a whole pack of werewolves. "Good morning class!" A very familiar voice shouts. I turn my head upwards, gasping at our teacher. "No fucking way..."

She asks, her hand sliding to the edge of my jeans. “Uh, yeah, maybe.” I say getting more and more uncomfortable. Our teacher comes in and Anna moves to my seat, while I sit in hers. I look at Lily, her back is ramrod straight. The teacher begins discussing whatever novel we’re supposed to be reading. I lean forward when the teacher’s back is turned. “Hey Lily.” I whisper quietly. The teacher is a werewolf just like everyone else in the class. She ignores me, so I reach out and begin to tug on her hair. It’s really soft and all I can think about is wrapping my fingers in it while kissing her.

she muttered under her breath as we made our way to the class. "Her?" I arched my eyebrows at her. "Miss Imelda is the werewolf teacher that's taking us and she's scary." "More scary than Liam?" "More scary than Liam," she affirmed, nodding her head and I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Could my day get any worse? I just escaped the claws of bitchy werewolves only to have the class of another. Who knows if she already knows what happened and hates me already. We got to the front of the class and paused, refusing to go in. This was all their fault. What I want is revenge and not any of this drama.

It wasn't long before a teacher entered, he was older, with dark brown hair, with a few gray strands, and his expression was solemn, as he walked to the front, going to the board and soon after other students began to enter, they seemed to be the same age as me, there were three werewolves and two vampires. They seem to be friends because they're talking to each other and sitting together. "Good afternoon, Mr. Liddicoat." They speak almost at the same time. Including Skyler, the teacher has already filled in half of the board, the students take notebooks to start writing things down, as well as opening the book to the page indicated on the board. I go to the page indicated and see that it's