My Hateful Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Episode 7

"Why did it hurt so much when you said you rejected me?'' I dropped the bombshell, the minute he was about to pick up his laptop. He turned and looked at me. I gulped, afraid of what he'd do to me.

I had gotten the private show of watching my professor get dressed and prepare for class. It wasn't a sight I could get out of my head.

"Nature has it that we're soulmates,'' he said. He sat down behind his office desk. I watched his movements desperately.

"We can't be soulmates. I hate you, and you have a twisted desire to imprison me here.'' I grunted, I had let my emotions run loose. Anger swallowed his eyes, but he clenched his jaw as if he were controlling himself. He turned his chair to face me, then sat back down and leaned back so that he looked like this sexy man trying to unwind. Suddenly, a tall woman dressed in a sexy black outfit opened the door and walked in. I stared, perplexed and confused. The woman barely even paid any attention to me, she wove past me like I wasn't even there. She came to kneel before the professor, she bowed her head in respect, and it almost felt like some type of joke. But what she did next left me so perplexed, and I didn't even understand why.

No one dared talk, it was silent. As if they knew something I didn't. Then, the girl inched closer to professor Declan and started to unbutton his pants. My eyes widened, I watched as she reached inside his zipper and gently pulled out his d**k. She looked at it, licked her lips, then looked at the professor with eyes of longing and desire. Professor Declan shook his head. Hesitation left the window when she started licking and sucking his c**k. I thought I was living some kind of nightmare. What the hell was happening?

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, or the c**k now in her mouth. She sucked slowly and gently. She let it grow in her mouth as Professor Declan reached for her hair, gripping the ponytail. It made me sick. I hate this. But I felt glued to the spot, and what was happening had me in some kind of spell.

It didn't take moments before she was swallowing his big hard c**k like her life depended on it. Saliva slid down his d**k. And, each time, Professor Declan slammed her back onto his c**k as if it wasn't the first time they'd done it. The woman rolled her eyes, coming back up for air. When she pulled it out, he touched her bottom lip with his thumb. Then he explored the corners of her mouth with his fingers. I felt jealous. Jealous? Was that right?

My eyes, unable to pull from his d**k, just stared at it. Soft groans of pleasure filled the room as he adjusted his hips, allowing her to take him deeper into her mouth. She sucked him, hard, yet he was in control the whole time. I wanted to run. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to see this. When his eyes met mine, I realized that he had been looking at me the whole time. He had that smug face on his face. His lips twisted, he grunted, then he moaned and his hands on her hair grew tighter. The veins on his hands almost doubled in size, his left leg shook. I realized what was happening. His head fell back as he grunted. He f****d into her mouth from that position and she didn't complain. Not for one second. His chest fell up and down. He was...beautiful. The man who had kidnapped me, claimed we were soulmates and locked me in a cell. The man that I hated with all my heart, was a beautiful specimen of man. What the hell was wrong with me?

When she stopped, he took a deep breath and let go of her hair. He turned to look at me. Shamelessly. He smirked. The woman pulled out his c**k as she stood up. As she wiped the last of his o****m from her lips, she gave me a flashy look. Then, she dipped it back into her mouth. I felt disgusted. The professor, fast moving towards me as he buttoned himself up, stopped in front of me. "See, Elena. You still don't think we're mates. But, seeing me with another woman makes you want to pull your hair out.'' He laughed mockingly. It made my fist clench. I didn't know why I was crying. I hated the feelings he got out of me.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?'' I got up, met his eyes in all the defiance I could gather. His jaw clenched as he looked at me. The height diffrence was still notable, and I felt like the power he had in his eyes made me want to be on my knees again. But I fought it.

"Because, darling,'' He sighed, "300 years ago you betrayed your own people. Because of that, we were pushed to the bottom of the food chain. We were forced to climb back up through blood, sweat, and tears.'' He spoke with deep pain. I could see it in his eyes. One thing I'd learnt about the professor was that his eyes spoke before his lips did. It was a deceiving character.

"I..I don't understand.'' I stepped back, my back hit the wall. "None of that makes sense. This is crazy.''

"Did you really think you could walk back into this town and expect everyone to forgive you? That we'd forget what you did and the lives you took. You're only alive right now because I want to make you suffer.''

"No! I didn't do anything, you have me confused with..''

His fingers found my throat before I could make out the end of my sentence. He slammed me into the wall and I felt suffocated as he squeezed.

"You're playing games with me, Elena. I am a very patient man, but for the love of the goddess, I can't quite control myself around you. The faster you drop this act, the sooner you'll face punishment." He let me go and walked out, leaving me gasping on the carpet. I heard the door lock when he left. My fingers shook. I felt scared. Nothing he said made sense. Now, I was sure that he and everyone else here were out of their minds.

And so, I got up, and I sat on his chair. I opened his laptop and started typing, consequences be damned.