Alpha Professor's Forbidden Affair

UTTERLY F*KED

HIRAM’S POV:

Quickly, I reach for my pants, pulling them up at once as Alex’s voice cuts through the room. I glance up to see her standing by the door, causing a flicker of shame to tighten my chest.

“Ever heard of knocking?” I ask, getting up from the couch. I walk to the bathroom, turning on the faucet to wash off the remnants of my mess with soap.

Alex scoffs, shutting the door behind her.

“What is there that I haven’t seen? I’ve seen tons of d***s in my life, and—”

“You haven’t had mine, and that is the difference,” I cut in, grabbing a towel to dry my hands. She raises a finger at me, but I glare at her. “Don’t test me, Alex.” Her finger drops.

Alex is a witch, and she’s been my best friend since we were kids. Her parents are the official witch doctors of the Shadow Pelt pack, but they let Alex live among humans ever since she was a child.

She walks further into the room while I focus on wiping off the mess that I make on the floor.

“What’s this?” When she asks, I turn around to see her standing in front of the painting I just made. She runs her hand across it, smudging some of the paint onto her fingers. “It’s fresh.” She turns around to face me, and I sigh, waiting for her to taunt me.

She glares at me, shaking her head and clicking her tongue. “A woman who dares to tame the beast, Hiram Howler,” she says. Then she pauses, folding her arms. “This is unbelievable.”

“Because you are wrong,” I say in defense, and she rolls her eyes.

“Of course I am, and I will always be for you. But remind me again, will you?” she squints her eyes. “In twenty-four hours, I have been called to wipe the memory of a certain human mate girl. I walk in to find my best friend wanking off with the name of the same girl on his lips, and boom—a fresh naked painting!”

Her words hit closer to the truth than I’m willing to admit. This isn’t just lust; if it were, I would have had the post-nut clarity. I hate it. I hate the way she slipped into my life, and I fear what my life will become in the days to come.

I clench my jaw, forcing my expression to remain neutral because if I admit a bit to Alex how badly I want Juniper, she will use it against me forever.

“Remind me why you are in my house, Alex,” I say to her, and she throws herself on the couch in the room, placing her legs on one armrest, then crossing them while both hands rest on the other side of the armrest while she places her head on them.

“Nala’s birthday is in a few days, and I need a place to crash. My rent expired a while ago, and hello, I do not live in Las Vegas anymore!” she says casually, shutting her eyes.

“Then you are welcome to my place, except this room,” I say with a straight face, and then she looks at me, sitting up.

“Pft! Relax, Hiram.” She places her hands on the small space in between her legs on the couch. “But on a serious note, this girl is your mate, and I can’t say I know exactly how you feel, but you have to get a hold of yourself. It is your choice to let her go, but remember, she will always be your mate, so you will watch other men have her.”

The mention of other men sparks a sensation in my chest—jealousy? I can’t tell, but the thought of them having something that belongs to me is a bitter pill to swallow, and I hate the idea of sharing.

“Easy,” she says, causing me to realize my fingers are curled into fists.

I give a sigh.

“I am done with this conversation. You can stay as long as you like, but do not touch a thing!” I say.

**

It’s been three days since my last encounter with Juniper, and my life is finally returning to normal. With each passing day, my thoughts of her seem to fade. The ache in my chest—the one that makes me fear my life is ending over a woman—is gone. The air feels fresh again, and the only scent that lingers now is the rich aroma of coffee in my hand after a good afternoon meal.

My Thursday is going great.

As I drive to school, I mentally run through the topic I’ll teach today. Shortly, I pull into the school parking lot, my mind briefly catching on a familiar scent in the air. My body reacts instinctively, wanting to indulge, but I shake my head quickly.

“Come on, Hiram, think of something else,” I mutter to myself, bringing the car to a halt. I pause, downing the rest of my coffee in one quick gulp.

Nala’s birthday. I try to focus on that. I need to think of the perfect gift for her.

We’ve been friends for a while, and in some ways, what we have is similar to what’s happening with Juniper. Except with Nala, she was the one obsessed with me. Thankfully, we worked through that.

“Just keep Nala in your mind, and you’ll be fine,” I reassure myself as I make my way into class.

Once I get there, I take a deep breath, heading toward the lectern. I set down my briefcase, taking out my notes and tablet, arranging them neatly in front of me.

“Good afternoon, class,” I start, but the words get stuck in my throat as my gaze locks on Juniper, who is sitting at the back of the class.

Memories from Monday flood my mind, painting every single detail of the glorious orgasm I had. Suddenly, the taste of coffee in my mouth is replaced by the sweetness dripping between her thighs, which knocks down every barrier I have built for myself as I hunger for more.

Someone in the front row lets out a sharp cough, clearing the fog in my eyes. Then I blink to see the entire class looking back at Juniper, who raises her head to glance at me.

Damn! I’ve been staring.

I clear my throat, forcing myself to look back at the lectern while I try to calm my racing heart, which is on the run, as if I’ve been caught doing something far worse than just looking at her.

Quickly, I grab the stack of papers beside me and shuffle them, pretending to refocus.

“As I was saying...” I continue, trying to inject authority into my voice, but I can feel the burn of their stares on me.

Stay focused, Hiram, I tell myself.

“Today, we will learn how to capture the emotional depth and complexity of the human form through figurative painting, focusing on anatomy, expression, and the interplay of light and shadow.” My voice is steady now, and I tighten my fingers around the lectern as I resist the urge to glance back at her.

I launch into the lesson, trying to hold myself outwardly together, but deep down I am dying, and all I can wonder is how she is so composed when I’m barely holding it together.

The students’ eyes are still on me, but I can sense the curiosity in their movements as they continuously steal glances at Juniper. I continue, forcing my way through the lecture, which feels similar to fighting an opponent during a game of fencing or taking combat lessons as an alpha prince.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I reach the end of the lecture. I snap the tablet shut, releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“That’s all for today,” I manage to say. Then I clear my throat, glancing at her. “Class rep,” I call out, and she looks up. “I want you to divide the class into groups of five. I have emailed you an assignment, and the presentation will be the first thing I want to see on Monday morning. This class is over.”

When I say this, I step away from the lectern while the students shuffle out, their chatter filling the room like a swarm of bees, buzzing with the thrill of freedom. I glance down to grab my briefcase, and in that fleeting moment, I look up to see she’s gone. A hollow feeling wells up inside me as I make my way out of the class and the school building.

Maybe it’s best if we do not meet, I tell myself, but the moment I step onto the pavement, my gaze locks onto her. She’s talking to some random red-haired guy. I try to ignore it, but seeing her grab his shoulder and tilt her head with laughter escaping her lips makes it difficult.

Alex’s words echo in my mind. You’ll watch other men have her.

Realization crashes over me like a wave—I am utterly f****d. I grapple with the idea of being the responsible adult here, but what do I know about responsibility? The pulse of anger simmers in my veins, and I begrudgingly admit to myself that I deserve some credit for not striding over and leaving a mark on that guy’s smooth, white skin. A mark that will taint his face, and make the color of his skin match his hair.

He leaves quickly, causing a calm feeling to cross my heart. I want to turn and walk away now, but my feet betray me, drawing me closer to her.

“Juniper,” I call out casually from a distance, trying to keep my voice steady, but the moment our eyes meet, she rolls her eyes and hops into her car, slamming the door shut.

The yard is full of students, and I don’t want to appear like a creepy professor stalking his student. I swallow my pride and walk away, slipping into my car, where I pause for a moment, resting my head against the steering wheel as I catch my breath. Surviving another day with her feels like a small victory, especially since I haven’t put my d**k in her yet. I’m holding it down perfectly.

When I finally calm down, I drive out of the school premises. Just as I reach the T-junction up ahead, I see her car waiting in traffic. The light changes, and she drives straight ahead. I should turn left and head home, but a tiny voice in my head whispers for me to follow her, and before I know it, I follow her, unsure of what I aim to achieve…