Becoming Alpha

Chapter 6: Forbidden

Seconds later, he pulled away, us both panting and breathless, eyes wide. "Next time," he breathed, looking down at me with golden eyes. "Call me Ryan."

I couldn't help but gape at him.

A million thoughts flooded my mind, and it was hard to think straight. I blinked rapidly, my hand shooting up and touching my lips. Did that really happen? He... he kissed me?

I felt a ghost of a smile come onto my lips. It had felt so, so right. Like I had accomplished a huge achievement in my life. It was so strange, but my heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness.

"I..."

That voice made me jerk out of my thoughts, and I stared at him, into his dark brown eyes. Did he have contacts? I could've sworn that his eyes were golden a few seconds ago. "Rose I.." he began, looking down at me.

I realised my arms were still around his neck and I blushed furiously, letting them fall.

"Ryan," I said softly, looking up and meeting his gaze again. His eyes visibly softened.

I just got kissed by my teacher.

And I didn't even mind.

"I.. I this was wrong but... I can't," he breathed, his words coming out in strange formations, making me wonder what he was talking about.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and the feeling in my heart disappeared, replaced with confusion. I wanted to know what he was trying to say. I just hoped that he wouldn't say something that would hurt me, because I felt like that was all he could do. My feelings made me confused, but the reason for those feelings was Ryan. So it was his doing.

‘Please, just please don't shut me out again,’ I thought desperately, not breaking the gaze that was going on between us.

"I can't stay away from you any longer," he breathed, reaching out for me. His fingers skipped over my cheek and my breath caught in my throat.

He leaned down to kiss me again, as I reached up. Our lips met eagerly, greedily clinging onto eachother.

I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, my fingers curling around his hair and tugging his head closer to me. Our lips moved in sync and I groaned, wanting more, wanting him.

He growled softly and moved his hands to my lower back, pressing me against him. I gasped against his lips, and he took the opportunity to let his tongue evade my mouth, exploring. I moaned again, clinging onto him. It was like my body was set on fire. This feeling was so amazing, I never wanted it to end.

I was starting to feel lightheaded, so I pulled away, needing air, needing to calm down a little.

The injury on my head hadn't really been severe, but I was still feeling dizzy.

My eyes fluttered open and I gazed back in his, his wide as were mine. "Your eyes," I murmured, mesmerized that they had switched colour again. That was not natural, but I was too caught up in the moment to ask. He held me close, our breathing ragged and unsteady.

"Let me take you home," he breathed.

I nodded and reluctantly let go off him, stepping back.

"Let's go," I sighed.

~

Two weeks later.

I knew what I was doing was wrong, forbidden even. I was still seventeen years old, and Ryan was twenty-five. There was an eight year difference between us.

The last weeks have been amazing though.

Ryan and I had some of these stolen moments, where we would kiss eachother like we were going to die. Now I know what the purpose of a janitor's closet is.

We met behind the school, in the parking lot. Or we would meet at the forest. At my house when my mom wasn't around.

I felt like a teenager sneaking around with her boyfriend.

But it was actually my teacher.

Oh wow.

Trystan and I had grown closer as well. He was now practically my best friend, and even though Tia looked as if she was about to murder me, I just continued to hang out with him. He made me laugh, he made me smile, I just loved being around him.

Now I was sitting on my couch, alone, watching a boring program about celebrity gossip. I sighed. I really wanted to go and do something. It was Friday night and I was here, with nothing to do. Trystan hadn't called me, so I thought that he was out with some other friends. And well... who else?

My mom was at the hospital. She had called me earlier that day telling me she had the night shift. It made me slightly irritated. She was rarely home and I wondered what I was going to do when I needed her. It wasn't like she was there.

I sighed, shaking my frustrations away from me. There was nothing I could do about it. I loved my mom, and she loved me, but in the end, I could never convince her. We were both just too stubborn.

Even though I disliked my dad for leaving us, leaving my mom, I couldn't help but wonder what he was like. The only thing I knew about him was that his name was Will. I had no idea what he looked like, but I figured he must've had brown hair, because my mom had black hair, and I didn't inherit that.

I shook my head, took the pill bottle from the table and swallowed one. I had to swallow two each day. One in the morning and one in the evening. I guess my mom got them at the hospital.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

I got up from my seat, putting the bottle with pills back on the table. Then I walked to the door. I was wearing grey sweatpants, a red tank top and my hair was in a messy bun. You could say that I didn't plan for any visitors.

I opened the door and gaped.

Ryan smiled at me, leaning against the doorpost, amusement in his stance.

"I..."

"You look nice," he chuckled, tucking a lock of my brown hair behind my ear. "I just couldn't help myself, I had to come by," he muttered softly. His smile made my heart melt.

I bit my lip to hide a smile and stepped aside.

"I knew your mom wasn't at home."

"Are you stalking me?" I chuckled teasingly. He laughed and shook his head in amusement.

We went to the living room, where he sat down and pulled me on top of his lap.

After a while of cuddling, I gathered my courage. I had wanted to ask him something for a while, but I didn't have the balls to do it. "Ryan?" I asked softly, looking up and into his eyes.

He stared down at me, smiling. "Yeah?"

"Why... do you feel it too? I just... like you said, I can't stay away from you. It's strange," I said softly, trailing my fingers up and down his chest as I averted my eyes from his. I was blushing furiously at my own question, I couldn't help it.

He lifted my chin with his fingers and looked at me thoughtfully. "I do feel it," he said softly, hesitantly. "I know that this is... so wrong in many ways but you belong with me. I just feel it. I can't stay away from you anymore. I know it's wrong I just..." he trailed off, shaking his head.

I didn't want him to feel like it was wrong, it did kind of hurt me, but he was telling the truth. It was wrong, but it felt so right.

"You're right. It is wrong, but it feels right," I said softly, looking into his eyes. His smile made my breath catch and I smiled back softly.

"Have you been in the woods lately?" he asked me suddenly, changing the subject.

I blinked rapidly. That was a question I had not expected. "No," I said, glancing out of my window for a moment to look at the trees that surrounded the house. "I have not."

He sighed of relief. "Good. You shouldn't go there. It isn't safe. Isaiah told me that they found a wounded deer in the eastern part of the woods. I think it was a wolf's doing," he sounded so sure that it caught me off guard. How would he know that it had been a wolf that attacked that deer?

"You know a lot about wolves don't you? " I asked him, watching him with curiosity. In class, the subject he taught was literature, he talked a lot about wolves as well. Books about wolves, fantasy books with werewolves, Lycans, even poems about wolves. Okay, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but he still talked a lot about wolves; not only the ones that were here in these woods.

"Yes I do," he said softly. "My last girlfriend was killed by one, but that was years ago," he said softly. I opened my mouth to say sorry but he shook his head. "Don't. It's okay. I'm over it," he smiled slightly at me and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"My brother and I were born and raised in Alamery. I guess we kinda grew up with the legends," he sounded weary of his own words, and I wondered why that was.

"The part about the wolves was true. When I was ten years old, there had been several killings of humans. They suspected the wolves," he said, grimacing. He sounded almost... bitter.

"I don't think the wolves did it. Wait, let me rephrase... I don't think that all the wolves did it. You know that there are different groups of wolves right? Called packs. Well, what I was thinking, was that it was one wolf's doing," he said.

It got a little complicated for me there, but I just nodded at his words. He seemed relieved that I didn't say anything; or question him. I knew how it felt. I could be a little annoying with all the things that I wanted to know. I was just curious. All the time.

"It's okay. I won't go into the woods anymore. I promise," I said softly, gazing into his eyes. I moved myself up a little so I could face him properly. I pressed my lips softly against his and kissed him, getting an eager response of his lips in return. I tugged onto his hair after wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He was about to lay me down on the couch when the doorbell rang.

At first, I didn't really think that it would be a problem, but then I realised that Ryan wasn't my boyfriend, or a common friend.

He was my teacher.

"Shit.. damnit," I groaned, getting off Ryan's lap.

Ryan got up immediately, sighing. "I guess that's my cue to hide?"

I nodded to him and took his hand, leading him to the kitchen. I gently pushed him behind the door, making sure there was no view of him at all. "Wait here," I muttered softly.

I sighed, walking out of the kitchen when he gave me a nod. I walked through the hallway to the front door and opened it.

"Trystan?"

"Hey Rosy!" He wrapped his strong arms around me and hugged me close. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"Dressed like a beggar," he teased.

I glared at him and slapped his arm. "Not every girl can afford more than one pair of clothes!" I cried out dramatically, making him and myself laugh.

"But seriously, why are you here?" I asked him, scratching the back of my head. I had no clue why he was here. He hadn't called me tonight so I figured that he would be out with Samuel or something.

"Well, we're taking you clubbing," he chuckled, pointing back at a huge Range Rover. "That's Samuel's dad's car. Sam, Alana, Alex, Chace, they're all waiting for you," he winked at me, making me chuckle.

But then again, Ryan was in my house... but I couldn't come up with an excuse.

"Fine, I'll go with you..."

Before I could say something else, Trystan almost choked me with his bear hug.

"Air!" I gasped, pushing him away. He snickered and let go off me, making me glare at him again.

"Just let me change and then I'll be right outside," I told him, waving him off. He nodded and sprinted back to the car, where I could hear booming music coming out of the speakers. I shook my head in amusement and closed the door.

"Ry-" I began, gasping when arms were wrapped around me and I was pulled into a hard and muscular chest. "Ryan," I chuckled, looking up at him.

"Did I scare you?" he wiggled his eyebrows, chuckling.

I rolled my eyes. "Nope. You look like a cute puppy," I patted his head and moved out of his arms, smirking as I turned my back to him after I'd seen him frowning.

"I am not a cute puppy," he stated.

"Yes you are."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"I'm not!"

"You-" I laughed as he began to tickle me.

"Okay, okay, you're not a puppy, okay!" I laughed, shaking my head in amusement. How was I able to have so much fun with a teacher? But then again, Ryan was not only my teacher.

"You have to go though," I began, sighing. "Trystan came here and I'm going to a club. I couldn't say no... they would force me to come anyway. You can leave through the back door," I sighed reluctantly.

He nodded and leaned in, giving me one sweet kiss that left me breathless before pulling back.

"I'll see you soon, I promise," he caressed my cheek, making me close my eyes.

When I opened them, he was gone. I could hear the backdoor open and close.

I sighed. There goes Ryan.

Twenty minutes later, I had put on some makeup, heels and some new clothes including skinny jeans and a tank top. My hair was messy and in waves. I figured that was the only look I could go for. I had locked the doors of the house and left a note for mom. She never really complained about me leaving the house before letting her know, so I figured I could go without calling her.

I left the house and got into Sam's car, chuckling softly as they all turned towards me and smiled. Trystan wrapped his arm around me and kissed my cheek, making me blush.

"You look beautiful," he muttered to me, only making me blush deeper. He was all touchy feeling all the sudden, and I wondered why that was.

Ten minutes later we arrived at a club. I didn't even know that there was a club! In Alamery! Could you believe it? It was swarming with people, teenagers. Well, that wasn't hard to guess. In New York we had loads of clubs, but then again it's a very big city. Alamery was a small town.

We went inside easily, the bouncer being related to Chace. Oh family bonds.

"This is amazing!" Alana squealed, making me laugh.

"It's cool," I nodded to her. I had to admit, for a small town, they had a pretty amazing club.

The music was booming through the speakers as we entered a dark hall, lit by led lights. There was a dancefloor in the middle, in front of it was a DJ. The place looked amazing. There were two bars, one on each side of the dancefloor, and then there was a lounge set in the right corner. In the left corner was a set of stairs that let up, towards a VIP area. I'm guessing that isn't our spot.

Trystan led us to the bar, where we all drank some shots. I was used to under-age drinking, my mom didn't know about it though. I grinned as Trystan pulled me to the dancefloor. He had taken a lot of shots, but I figured he was able to handle it.

His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me close as we danced to the music, a song called "Animals" by Martin Garrix. It was awesome. We laughed, smiled, danced, it was amazing. It was always amazing with Trystan.

When he had to go to the bathroom for a moment, I danced alone, but got grabbed by some random guy.

"Hey gorgeous,' he muttered in my ear; obviously drunk.

I shook my head and tried to push him away, not wanting to dance with a drunk guy. He held me close, actually holding me so tightly that it hurt.

"Let me go," I struggled.

"No-" he growled but was cut off when a fist hit his jaw.

"Let her go."

I looked up and saw Trystan, but it worried me; he had been drinking.

"You-" the guy lunged for Trystan but got pulled away by security and I quickly pulled Trystan out through the backdoor, so he wouldn't get caught by security. Maybe he'd have to go to the police and I didn't want that. You never knew around here.

"Trystan? Are you okay?" I asked once we were outside, cupping his cheeks with my hands, looking up at him with a concerned expression.

"I'm fine," he slurred, sounding tipsy. I hoped he wasn't drunk or sick; I didn't want him to puke on me.

I turned my head slightly, trying to see through the darkness if there was someone around; anybody from the club. Sighing of relief, I turned to Trystan again, who had now wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, smiling down at me.

I chuckled. "Trystan, what are you- " I began.

He kissed me.

I gasped against his lips, but before I could even react, he was torn away from me. "Mine," a voice growled. "My mate."

I looked up and met Ryan's gaze.

...

Mate?