My Professor Is My Alpha Mate
I knew this particular night shift worker not only from passing in the faculty neighborhood, which had a house for all full-time faculty members but also from sometimes I enjoy late night reading sessions and come to the library often to pick out new books.
“Hello Alpha,” she said, standing to her feet, bowing her head slightly in respect. She was part of Alpha Jonathan’s pack and was trained to be respectful toward Alphas.
“I need you to make sure no student comes in here tonight,” I told her, without even greeting her, making her frown.
“I’m sorry?”
“Someone was found dead tonight, Stephanie,” I told her, making her jaw drop.
“What?” She croaked. “Who?”