One Night With My Alpha Professor Novels & Stories

So close that I could feel the warmth of his breath. Something inside me snapped. Before I could think about what I was doing, before I could talk myself out of it, before common sense could kick in, I reached out and gently caught his hand with mine. The one that was still holding the handkerchief against my neck. He froze, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. This was crazy. This was so incredibly stupid, he was my professor and also the Alpha. I was about to worsen everything but I didn't care.

In fact, I cannot think of anyone on this planet that I would want to talk to less. I gaze out the window at the passing trees and building as we drive down the road, wondering what I did to deserve this as my pathetic, fucked up life? To my relief, we finally arrive at Lupine University. I quickly grab my bag from the trunk of the car, waving Ethan goodbye without so much as a hug. But when I turn around, I see the last person I want to see here. At the schoolgates stands Charlotte, daughter of the Alpha King’s beta. She is a pretty girl with shoulder-length, blonde curls and blue eyes. Charlotte looks up at me, a snide smirk plastered on her face.

He propped himself up with one hand, lying slightly on his side, and said with a crooked smile, “What were you thinking about? You little pervert.” Eranthe flung the towel away. “Go by yourself. I’m done taking care of you.” “God, I didn’t realize that’s all you think about.” Colin rose from the bed, the corner of his mouth lifting faintly. “Alright then. If it’s sex you want, I’d survive a silver bullet for you.” “Colin, you really were born shameless.” Eranthe folded her arms, glaring at him. The Alpha only had a pair of dark lounge pants hanging low on his hips as he headed toward the bathroom. Even sick, there was still something dangerous about the way he moved—like a wolf pacing throug

I try to pull him away, but he stays down, continuing to suck. He swallows every last drop of me and continues to suck until I’m drained. I lean back on the headrest and look down at him. He licks his lips and smiles at me. “How did you like that, professor?” he asks, biting his lip. “You are amazing,” I say, smiling as I pull him up and kiss him. “Yeah?” he asks when we pull away. “Yeah.” I nibble on his lips. I feel the presence before I sense it—an alpha standing outside my office door, radiating rage.

Just survive the day. The classroom door opened again. Everyone went silent. All heads turned. Even the professor paused. Alpha Noah walked in. He wore a dark jacket, black jeans, and that cold, unreadable expression he always had in public. He walked straight to the professor and said, “I’ve been asked to observe this class. I’ll be joining today.” The professor only nodded nervously. “Y-yes, Alpha.” Noah took the empty seat beside me. Right beside me. Of all the seats, why mine?

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.

Maybe Joyce knew if there was an Alpha Atlas. “Hey, do you happen to know of any Alpha’s named Atlas?” I sat up and asked. Joyce was confused when she answered me, “No. If there is, I’ve never heard of him.” I felt a swell of relief before she added, “Why?” “Nothing,” I answered quickly with unintentional suspicion. I rolled my eyes at how big a liar I had just sounded. “Just asking. I did, however, kiss one of my professors. A mistake on my part; he’s an asshole.”

My eyes widen at his statement but I wonder why he is telling me alone this thing and eyeing me suspiciously. “You must be wondering why I’m telling about this to you alone, hmm?” The professor asks, his tone softening slightly and I nod my head. “The Alpha who was attacked last night left this note,” he says, taking a crumpled paper out of his pocket and handing it over to me. I scan my eyes over the paper and read it out aloud. “They killed your father and now, they are after you.”

“Spend one night with me. One entire night where we can...get to know each other. Then you can reject me, and I will leave you alone.” “That…that is…that’s just ridiculous! I already know you and I don’t need to…to know you any more than I already do.” Stammering with both indignation and a mad lust, I scoot further away from him on the bench until my hip hits painfully into the metal arm rest. Even as I shake my head no, my betraying body screams yes, yes, yes! What would it be like to experience a night getting to ‘know’ Alpha Tate?

“It was you who smelled like snow when we met you. Why did you leave him? - We're not a couple. I shrugged. “But I don't regret spending the night with him. - Nights? For some reason, the alpha was surprised. - What? - I did not understand. - One night? – said the wolf. - He was my first. Why do I explain. “And the only one, until last night.” We need to finish these revelations. Well, or at least seize the moment and learn something about yourself. - Snot. - Roughly answered Mikhail, extinguishing a cigarette with anger.