Her Mate or Her Professor

Mia's POV From the moment my eyes met his, I felt like it tore down the window to my soul, leaving me open and completely bare before him. There was nowhere for me to run to or hide, I was his, and his to claim, he was my mate. My wolf leaped in excitement after taking a whiff of his scent. To her, she had finally satisfied a craving she had been harboring for the longest time. It felt like the world suddenly stopped and no one else was around but the two of us. My fingers fiddled with the edges of my dress, looking for something to grip as I watched him, I was star-struck. He stood tall, his aura ensued confidence. His chestnut hair caught the golden glow of the sun, framing his angular face that held warm hazel eyes. For a moment, I became self-conscious, I am not exactly what you call big, especially since I stand at 5.7 feet tall, and currently weigh about about 85kg, most of which I can say comes from my huge well-rounded backside. I guess it's safe to call me 'bootilicious' because my butty is the first thing that people first notice about me from a distance. Enough about me, my eyes hadn't even blinked once since they first landed on him I felt like through his eyes I could see inside his soul. His attire was simple—a dark navy jacket casually layered over a crisp white shirt, perfectly fitted jeans accentuating his frame. A subtle hint of cologne lingered around him adding to the intrigue. He looked older than me, but one could barely notice because of his mesmerizing eyes. I wondered if he felt the same way, I watched him, anticipating how he’d walk up to me, to hug or kiss me. To apologize for making me wait all these years. There was an irresistible urge to walk up to him, to kiss him until we both ran out of breath. But there was also another urge to hit him on his cheeks for taking so long to find me. For a long time, I had been waiting for my very own mate, I almost thought that I would never find him. But today, there just before my eyes, I had bonded with the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I had read books and heard about several experiences of mating bonds, but I had never felt it. I was even beginning to feel that it was just a fairy tale, a nonexistent thing. If I ever needed proof, this was it right here. What's happening? I asked myself, seeing him walk slowly towards me. My legs shook like it was about to pluck itself out of my body and run away. My heart thumped profusely. I guessed it couldn't be helped. He was indeed coming my way. He must have felt the same way I felt. I imagined that at any moment, he would have stopped just before me, taking my hand, kissing it, and looking into my eyes to proclaim me mate. But that was only a girl's fairy tale dream. My eyes were shut as I braced for impact, but the only thing I felt or smelled, was a rich fragrance and wind blowing past my face and body, teasing my nose. He had walked past me and even ignored the fact that I was just standing there right In front of him. I wondered if he hadn't just felt the surge of electricity that had gone through me signifying that he was indeed my mate. Was it merely a thing I felt? My mind was plagued with a ton of questions. I knew I had met him before. He must have been the guy from the bar who saved me. I knew he was, but why then was he ignoring me? My wolf whimpered as I stood out there, still trying to make the best sense of what had just happened before my friends yanked me away by the arm. I pretty much knew Charlotte would have a lot to say. She had indeed told me that I would fall for the new teacher against my own words, swearing to them that I wouldn't do such a thing. But there I was, just now, whimpering like a wet puppy in front of him. It was almost as embarrassing as it was true. I had indeed found him. The new teacher was my mate. And there I was feeling even more miserable than I had felt at the start of the day. I walked off into class with my friends still teasing me about how awestruck I was when I saw that teacher. I wished I could get them to understand that it wasn't just the mere feeling of affection I had felt, that my wolf had indeed found a mate, but I really couldn't say anything as of then. It would be a troublesome challenge. As soon as we had taken our seats, Mr Westley, our most senior professor came in. We weren't as surprised to see him as he thought we were. Especially when, following behind him, was the new teacher. The one that had made my heart go as crazy as it did just a little while ago. They both walked in. I continuously stared at him just like every other girl in the class did. He refused to meet my gaze even though I knew deep down that he felt the same connection I had felt when I saw him earlier today. I wanted to believe that among others I was special since I was his mate. "So, as some of you may know," the professor started. "Your old teacher, Mr. Brown is being transferred somewhere else. In light of this, I want to introduce you to your new teacher. Mr. Richard Clark. Say hello to him." "Hi, Mr. Richard..." The girls in the class all bellowed at him flirtatiously. “Richard,” I said the name like I was tasting it. even though I had heard people being called Richard in the past, it only just occurred to me how sexy the name sounded. My eyes went back to him and saw him smiling back at the female students. I was deeply annoyed at the events of the day. First of all, it was obvious at least to me that both of us were mates. Secondly, he ignored me. Now he was smiling back at the other girls who only saw him as mere eye candy. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else he was saying, my mind kept drifting away. Did he not see me? Did he not feel the mate pull as I did? Everything that happened felt strange, could there be some logical explanation? "My name is Mr. Richard Clark as the Professor had just said," he repeated. His voice sounded as beautiful as he looked. His green eyes stole my gaze every time I wanted to focus on what he was saying. His well-chiseled facial features, coupled with his curly dark hair, deep green eyes, as richly colored as the green of broccoli, and that voice of his, were indeed enough for any girl to swoon over. So I did not blame them. I just couldn't keep myself from feeling jealousy and anger toward them. I couldn't stand it anymore when I noticed that he had stared at me everywhere, except my face. He had looked over me. Below me. Besides me. I waited for a few minutes but then I decided to shoot. "I am sorry, Mr. Richard," I said to him, finally getting him to turn around and stare at me. My skin tingled as the sight of those hazel eyes was thrown at me. At least he had noticed me now. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go visit the restroom," I said and despite hating to be the center of attention, I stood there waiting for his approval with over twenty pairs of eyes staring at me from various angles. His eyes slowly roamed my body before he finally spoke. “You may leave, miss....” “Mia,” I said quickly before attempting to hurry out of the classroom. The fact that he had looked at me didn't make me any less uneasy. His eyes, I could talk about them from now till the end of time. They radiated so much regality and beauty that I feared that I might get hypnotized staring too deep into them. I walked away from the desk and seat that I had been occupying. Even as I walked away, I could still feel his stare burning deep into me, etching into my back, the words mate. When I was out of sight and no longer felt much of the awkwardness that had been lingering in me in the classroom, his scent still seemed to be following behind me. I wondered if my mind was just playing dumb tricks on me, but then, I began hearing his footsteps. They approached closer to me at every step I took. I decided for a second to wait and see if it was him. So I slowly turned around and when I did, I saw him. An electric current seemed to crackle in the air between us as we both stood frozen. His gaze was locked onto mine with a heat that sent a rush of warmth through my veins. My breath seized a second time. My face showed a shade of mystery. In my heart, I had been expecting that he had come to tell me he felt exactly what I felt for him; the mate bond and all. "Are you alright?" He said to me, shattering all the nerves in me.