Her Mate or Her Professor

Chapter 4

Richard’s POV

Seeing the heart-piercing look on Mia's face made me pretty sad, but, being that Shirley was looking straight at me, I did my best to conceal my emotions.

It was obvious Mia was jealous of how Shirley said hello to me, and I honestly was not going to fault her. She has every right to feel jealous, I don't even think I can handle some i***t laying a finger on her.

I wish I could tell her that none of her fears were real and that she had no reason to be upset.

Again, isn't this one of the reasons I hate being committed? I have barely said a word to her and she has completely taken over my thoughts.

Being a Lycan, and Mia's mate I could feel every one of her emotions, and it was painful to see that she was hurting because of me. But at the same time, there is little or nothing I can do to avert our current situation.

Even though she is young and a student under my care, this bond between us can never work.

Don't get me wrong, I do love her and would want her but I am not sure she is old enough to carry the baggage that comes with being with me.

“Just to let you know, you are the dumbest person I know,” my wolf whined in my head.

“Shut up, maybe you would understand my standpoint if you stop thinking with your d**k,” I fired back at him.

“As if you don't want to f**k her,” he said, and I could practically feel him rolling his eyes up in my head.

“Maybe not as bad as you want to pervert,” I scolded.

“Just don't get mad when someone screws her before you,” he taunted as he block me out completely

Hearing my wolf use the f-word made me stiffen a little. Of course, the thought of how delicious she would taste when I ravish her sumptuous body has crossed my body severally.

I more than want to just f**k her, I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to kiss her full cherry lips until they turned red, and I wanted to run my fingers through the softness of her silky hair while she was all wrapped up in my arms.

But, I have been controlling my emotions despite being helplessly drawn to her.

Indeed, I have had my fair share of relationships, none of the ladies I have been with intoxicated me as much as she does.

She was like a tasty wine I wanted to completely drown myself in.

“Are you alright?” Shirley's voice rang out, bringing me back from my deep thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said, a little embarrassed about how I spaced out on her. “What's up?” I asked, wondering why she had come to my office.

“A transferred student is joining us and since he is having your class first, I was asked to tell you to introduce him to his fellow students. His name is Kelvin, and I was told he is very good in your course,” she said.

“Oh, sure, I will introduce him during my class," I said to her with a smile.

“Cool. I will just run and grab a few things I need for my next class,” Shirley said, before walking out of my office.

I lingered a while trying to clear my head and mentally prepare myself for the class and doing my best not to be affected by my mate or her alluring scent.

Minutes later, I was walking in the hallway when my eyes caught a glimpse of the new student, he was easy to spot because he was standing all by himself and looking like a lost puppy.

There was something about the young man that immediately smelt like trouble, but I was quick to dismiss my feelings and scold myself for making a wrong motion about a child I was supposed to be tutoring.

“Hello Kelvin,” I called out to him as soon as I was close enough.

He turned around to face me and oh boy, I could almost taste the trouble I earlier perceived from him.

“Hello professor, nice to meet you,” he said keeping a steady eye glance with me.

There was something about him that I just couldn't place my hand on. It was rare for a mere werewolf to be so confident in the presence of a Lycan, unless, of course, he was a Lycan like myself.

I could tell that he was also hiding his scent like I was and I couldn't help but question his motive in my head.

I smiled at him and motioned the direction to the class for him to take the lead. In a few seconds, we were both standing in front of an already-packed class.

The once noisy environment seemed to quiet down as soon as we walked in, and my eyes developed a mind of their own as they roamed around the class until they landed on what they were searching for.

Mia.

“Good afternoon class, we have a new student here and he will be joining us for the rest of the academic year. His name is Kelvin and I would appreciate it if you all would make him feel welcome,” I announced to the class.

I couldn't help but notice a little shift in the attention I was used to getting.

While the male students were busy checking out the new students, the girls were busy making themselves prettier by combing their hair with their fingers and wearing beautiful smiles.

Even my mate is not left out in the charade as she exchanges a knowing smile with Kelvin.

My stomach turned with jealousy as to how sweetly she was smiling at him especially since she had never smiled at me.

I couldn't resist the urge to have another look at this student to see if there was something I earlier missed.

To be honest, he was a good-looking lad. He is young, average height, and was wearing a blue jeans white polo, and a black leather jacket and even though I hate to admit it, he was looking like the type of boy every girl wanted a piece of.

Not that I would mind that, except for some reason, Mia seemed to have smiled at him.

Despite only being thirty-one, there are days I feel super old, and this day just happens to be one of them.

You can't blame me, my chosen profession comes with a steady set of ethics that one has to abide by and that includes dressing decently as an exemplary model for your students to follow.

Well, don't get me wrong, it's not like I hated the way I dressed, as I have gotten myself some nice tailored pants and well, not-so-fitted shirts.

I can't help but imagine what Mia thinks of my dress sense, did she like it or hate it?

“You can go grab a seat now,” I said to Kelvin as I turned my attention to the whiteboard, in which I wrote the topic I was teaching for the day.

On turning back to face the class, I noticed that Kelvin was sitting next to Mia and both of them seemed to get along just fine, almost too fine for comfort.

Okay, f**k it. Why was he sitting next to her? I wondered as I tried to carry on my teaching and did my best by suppressing the discomforting feeling of jealousy that was eating deep at me.

Despite my effort to ignore my mate and her new interest, I was constantly disrupted by their little whispers and chuckles now and then.

At first, I thought I could just ignore them and complete the class without being a hater, but hearing how much they were gigging and talking made me lose it.

“Miss Mia, can you please stop disrupting the class, or would you want to take over the class,” I asked harshly, doing my best to maintain my cool.

However, I noticed the weird stares I got from the other students as I spoke to Mia, it was almost as if they found it weird that I was scolding her.

Oh f**k.

Being a lycan makes me super sensitive and my hearing is a lot sharper than a regular werewolf. Even the tiniest of whispers can be heard by a lycan and that is what just happened.

It was one awkward moment, one I wish didn't happen.

“I'm sorry sir,” she apologized, while Kelvin kept a steady gaze that irked the hell off of me.

“That's okay, but I want to see you in my office immediately after this class,” I said to her, before continuing with the rest of my lecture.