The Alpha and His Irresistible Mate

The Office Visit

How am I going to touch him without being a creep?

That thought went through Jack’s head many times the next day.  It was Friday and Jack’s last chance to see Mr. Whyte, excluding stalking him at his home, until Monday.

Maybe I can catch him before class.

Jack arrived half an hour early for class.  Unfortunately, early-bird pack members came to greet him, excited at seeing the Alpha-to-be and eager to chat with him and, of course, ask him why he was so early today when he had never been so before.  Jack felt quite pained.  He was used to having a public profile, being the grandson of the current Alpha, but he had never found it quite so bothersome before.

Jack evaded the question as to why he was so early, but he couldn’t readily evade the members—he did not want them following him to Snow White’s office—so he hung out and answered—or evaded—questions in his classroom until the bell for homeroom rang.

He was in his seat in the back of the room when Snow White walked through the door.  For the third day in a row, Jack was hit by his mate’s scent, but for the first time he also watched Snow White as he came and stood behind his desk.

Snow White glanced around the room at the students—did his eyes pause on Jack? It was too brief to tell—and then down at his desk before he began calling out the names of the students for attendance.

Jack had to admit, Snow White looked the epitome of schoolteacher right now.  He had his usual attire on; a white button-up shirt, a purple tie, dark grey dress pants, and glasses. Except that his shirt was stretched slightly over a well-toned chest, his slender finger was sliding slowly down the page in the most sensual fashion, and his long lashes and hazel eyes that glanced up each time the named student called out “Present” were the prettiest eyes imaginable.  Make that sexy schoolteacher.  Just as Jack started focusing on his mate’s pretty pink lips, those same lips said, “Lunar, Jackson?”

Jack stared at the lips that had just said his name.  He wanted to hear that again.  But what he heard and saw out his peripheral vision were other students moving to look back at him.  He snapped out of his daze and quickly said, “Present!” before turning in his seat, one legged propping itself over the other and started looking out the window, finding the closest tree outside and deciding it was the most interesting tree in the world.

He heard the other students shift back in their seats and Snow White continuing with attendance and breathed a very quiet sigh of relief.  He couldn’t move his propped leg yet though.  He wasn’t entirely certain what could be seen underneath the desk, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.

Pull yourself together, Jack!

[If you would let people know that he is our mate, you wouldn’t have to hide your attraction to him. And it would be easier to be alone with him.]

No. I’m not ready for that yet.

[So, you will be telling them at some point then?]

Jack knew what the wolf was really asking.  He wanted to know if Jack still planned to reject his mate.

Jack looked at Snow White again.  His mate was so beautiful it was painful.  Jack sighed.  The mate bond was too powerful.  He just couldn’t seriously think of rejecting his mate anymore.  The shock of having a male mate had worn off.  And he liked Mr. Whyte.

Yes, Mr. Whyte was cold and expressionless, but he was also fair, determined, great at his job, intelligent, thoughtful, and, if the doctor was to be believed, had principles and an iron will to keep to those principles.  Despite being affected by the mate bond, his mate was keeping feelings for his student completely locked away inside.

The notion again that Snow White was feeling everything that Jack was feeling but was just hiding it all from view… was driving Jack a little crazy.  More than ever, Jack wanted to break that wall down and see what his mate was like on the inside.  When he was not in teacher mode.

The bell rang for first period and Jack was forced to leave.  But when he saw that Mr. Whyte was lingering behind, looking at some papers on his desk, Jack’s heart sped up and he paused, slowing down the process of grabbing his workbook and pencils from his desk and watched keenly as the other students left the room before him.

As the last of the other students left, Jack started walking up towards Snow White’s desk instead.  Snow White seemed to notice his presence because he looked up when Jack was about halfway up the classroom.  Jack watched as Snow White glanced around and then at the door before looking back at Jack.

He’s noticed we’re alone, Jack thought, and smiled at the thought.

“Was there something you needed, Mr. Lunar?” Ever the professional, his stone-faced Snow White.  So professional, in fact, that Jack faltered inwardly.  How could Snow White possibly be harbouring feelings inside when he clearly looked so uninterested on the outside?

[But he isn’t uninterested, if you would pay attention to more than yourself for once.] His wolf snorted in his mind.

What are you talking about?

“Yes, there was something…” Jack responded to Snow White, stalling as he thought up an excuse for staying behind, continuing his way toward Snow White’s desk.

[Just listen, you fool.]

Jack refrained from arguing, too intrigued, and just did it.  He listened.  Werewolves have a keen sense of hearing so Jack could hear a lot in the empty room.  He heard the wind outside, the students and teachers all around them in the other rooms, footsteps up and down the hallway, a dripdrop of a pipe somewhere, and of course, his own erratic heartbeat that always thundered in his ears when he faced Snow White.

What the hell am I supposed to be listening to? he complained to his wolf, frustrated.

“Mr. Lunar?”  Jack had reached the desk and stopped in front of it.  Snow White was looking up at him with one eyebrow raised, clearly waiting for more from him.

“Uhh… I was wondering…” He thought desperately. How do I get him to let me touch him?  Jack put out his hand towards Mr. Whyte.  “Could I see your hand, please?”

Snow White stared at him and then down at his hand.  Jack willed his face not to turn red in embarrassment, his heart hammering in his ears.

[Listen!]

I did listen!

“Why?”

“I… would like to read your palm.” It just popped in his head.

He could hear his wolf in his mind calling him all kinds of i***t.

The expression on Snow White’s face confirmed that he was indeed an i***t.

“You… want to read my palm.” Unsurprisingly, the science teacher didn’t seem intrigued with palm reading.

Snow White rose from his seat.  “Mr. Lunar…”

“Okay, yes, you’re a science teacher but,” Jack started coming around the desk towards Snow White.

Heartbeats started hammering in his ears again.  Jack paused.  And it hit him like a bolt of lightning.

[You’re sooo stupid.]

Those weren’t his heartbeats.

Jack stared at the unimpressed expression on Snow White’s face in shock.  His mate’s heartbeats were ringing in his ears.  They were erratic and beating so fast and he had no idea how he could have possibly missed them before.  Except that he did know; he’d thought they were his own.  How could he not, when Snow White was still not showing any sign of what he was feeling?

Jack took another step toward Snow White, eager to test this newfound discovery.

But Snow White took a step back.

“Mr. Lunar, if you would excuse me, I do have a class to attend to, as you do.  Try your ­­palm-reading on someone else.”  Snow White walked around the other side of the desk, very clearly avoiding him, and headed out the door without a backwards glance.

Jack was in such surprise listening to his mate’s heartbeat going crazy all the while his voice was speaking so smoothly that he stupidly watched him escape and did nothing.

Well, he may have gotten away that morning, but Jack was determined to not let his mate get away again.  Now that he had evidence that his mate was feeling something for him—or had a terrible heart condition—Jack couldn’t concentrate on anything else all day.  He needed to touch him.  He needed to see him respond.  He needed him.

So as soon as the last class’s bell rang, Jack was out and racing toward Mr. Whyte’s office.

The office door was closed, but Snow White’s scent was faint, so Jack knew he hadn’t been in there recently.  Jack grasped the door handle and turned.  It was unlocked.

Perfect.  Jack suddenly realized what he wanted to do.  He grinned and entered the office, closing the door behind him.

It wasn’t long before he heard and smelled his mate approaching the office.  His mate’s heartbeat was much more regulated right now.

Hey, why didn’t you tell me you heard his heart earlier? Jack suddenly thought accusingly to his wolf.

[You were planning to reject him earlier.]

Jack frowned, but he didn’t have time to go into it further as his mate was opening the door.

Just as Jack had planned, he was in a position such that when Snow White opened the door, the door itself hid Jack from view long enough for Snow White to head towards his desk so that Jack could push the door closed, revealing himself just as the door closed with a click.

Snow White’s head whipped up from where he had been looking at his desk, already gathering papers, as he spun around, the papers still in his hand.

Jack leaned back on the closed door and grinned at his mate, feeling elated that his plan had worked.  And his mate’s heartbeat was now beating a mile a minute.

Yet, Jack watched in wonder, Snow White’s surprised expression was replaced by stone in a flash and he put down his papers, folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow.  He looked ever the composed professional, even while his heart hammered in Jack’s ears.

Jack shook his head.  One thing was certain, his mate would be a fantastic ambassador when dealing with other werewolf packs.  His ability to keep his cool under stress was godlike.

“What are you doing, Mr. Lunar?”

But Jack didn’t want him to keep his cool right now.  Staring directly into those hazel eyes, he took one step forward toward his mate.  His mate’s heart leapt.  Jack took another slow step towards his mate.  His mate’s heart leapt again.  His mate dropped eye contact and he unfolded his arms.

“Mr. Lunar, if you don’t have anything to say and are just going to stare at me…” He half turned to pick up his papers again, clearly attempting to dismiss Jack, but wary enough not to turn his back on him again.

“Do you remember when I asked you whether you felt anything?”

Jack was beginning to adore the sound of his mate’s heart reacting to him.  It was making up for all the coldness he’d been dealing with for the past few days.

“That is hardly something you should be—” Snow White stopped in midsentence when Jack reached out and cupped one side of his mate’s face.

Immediately, as if on instinct, Snow White dropped his papers, which fell back on the desk, and grabbed Jack’s arm, his eyes glaring at Jack’s as his hands clamped down on Jack's wrist.  But instead of pulling Jack’s hand away, he froze, his eyes growing wide.

Jack knew why.  Jack could feel it too.  Tingles were spreading from Jack’s hand, down his arm and to the rest of his body.  His whole body started tingling, as if his very being was starting to hum with excitement.  And, staring into his mate’s eyes, he could see that Snow White felt it too.

His mate’s stony countenance evaporated before his eyes.  His mouth twisted as he ground his teeth, tightening his grip on Jack’s arm but not letting go.  His breathing deepened, becoming quicker, his scent became stronger, even more delicious.  But his eyes… his eyes began feasting on Jack.  His lids drooped and his pupils dilated and his eyes slowly travelled down Jack’s body, taking it all in, until they landed on a part of Jack that was already pressing against the front of his pants, desperately trying to reveal itself. His eyes widened at the sight, and they jerked back up to meet Jack’s, his cheeks tinting pink at the same time he bit his lip and groaned.

Jack sucked in a breath, overwhelmed with the need to take this amazing creature in front of him.  When his mate’s eyes dropped to Jack’s mouth, Jack leaned in to do just that.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Jack’s head jerked back up and his head turned to look over his shoulder at the closed door.  Except the door was opening now.  Jack felt a shove on his chest and was suddenly back in the corner where he’d hidden earlier, the door covering him as it opened further.

“Mr. Whyte?” A girl’s voice was heard on the other side of the door.  Jack could see Snow White was standing facing his desk again and watched in awe as his mate looked up over his shoulder at whoever was in the doorway, ignoring Jack entirely and looking for all the world like he was the calm and collected teacher he appeared to be, in his hands a coat that seemed to have materialized from no where.

“Oh, Miss Hutchinson.” His mate’s voice didn’t falter. “I’m very sorry but something has come up and I have to leave right away.  I’ll have to answer your questions in the morning.  Or you can send them to me through my email.”

Still not looking at Jack, Snow White moved to the door, grabbing the doorknob as he went and, presumably with a Miss Hutchinson in tow, left the room, closing the door on his way, leaving Jack alone inside.

Jack slowly slid down the wall to sit on the floor.  The doctor had been right.  That had felt good.  Jack smiled, remembering the face of the sexiest man alive groaning in need for him.  He couldn’t wait to do it again.