Drawn to the Alpha

3

“Are you a fireman?” one of the boys in the front row asks. He’s still got strawberry jam on his cheek from breakfast and his hair is standing straight up in the back.

“I am.”

“Like Marshall in Paw Patrol?” he asks.

“What the f**k is Paw Patrol?”

Mrs. Covey coughs loudly and I wince. “Sorry about that!” My bear has got me on edge and I’m not thinking straight. “What is Paw Patrol?”

“It’s a cartoon,” she says. “But we’re not talking about Paw Patrol, Matthew. Mr. Lamb is here to talk about fire safety. Does anyone know what to do when there’s a fire?”

“Blow it out!” a strange-looking kid in the back says.

“That’s a horrible idea,” I answer. “The fire would literally melt your face off.”

Mrs. Covey is staring at me with a horrified look on her face.

“I mean, your face would be fine,” I lie. “Your hair would probably catch on fire, but… how about I just get started on my presentation?”

Oomph. This is not going well. I can’t think straight with my bear jumping around like an excited puppy and with these cleaning chemicals burning my throat.

“Did you just do renovations in here?” I ask as I unbutton my jacket and wipe my sweaty forehead. She shakes her head. “What is that smell? Did someone just paint?”

“I don’t smell anything.” She turns back to the class. “Does anyone know which numbers to dial when there’s a fire so that Mr. Lamb and his other fireman friends can come and put it out?”

“411,” a girl says.

I shake my head. “That’s directory assistance.”

“406-555-3939”

“That’s the pizza place.”

“Aqua blue.”

“That’s a color.”

My bear turns from excited to angry and begins thrashing around inside. He starts snarling in my ears and I can barely hear all of the horribly wrong answers being thrown at me.

I stumble and choke through my presentation as best I can with my bear distracting me every two seconds and with my chest smoldering from the inside out.

Finally, I finish up and get to the question round. “Does anyone have any questions?”

A little hand shoots up. “Did you ever shoot anyone?”

“No! That’s the police. Firefighters help people. We don’t shoot them.” Even if we really want to.

“Do you carry an ax?” another kid asks.

“Sometimes.”

“Have you ever cut someone’s head off with your ax?”

“Does anyone have a question that doesn’t involve killing people?” I ask, looking around as sweat drips down my back.

“How many tattoos do you have?” the chubby kid asks.

“A lot.”

A cute little blonde girl in the front row raises her hand. She has an innocent smile on her face and looks like she’s going to ask a real question. Finally…

“My mom has a calendar of fireman on the fridge,” she says. “Are you in it?”

I sigh. This is going worse than I thought.

The door suddenly flies open and Miss Olson bursts in, apologizing continuously for being late.

“Sorry! My car broke down again and I couldn’t…”

I can’t breathe as I stare at her in awe. My lungs are on fire, but it’s a sweet burn that feels so good. I suck in another delicious breath and it makes my bear go deathly still. He’s on full alert as we watch her walk over to her desk and drop her bag on it.

“I’m really sorry, Gwendolyn,” she says to the principal as she starts unbuttoning her fall jacket.

My eyes are wide f*****g open as I openly stare at her. I shove my hands into my pockets when I realize they’re shaking. My whole body is trembling with the need to be closer to her. I want to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, and teach this sexy teacher a few things of my own.

“Oh… s**t…” I say when it hits me.

The two women and the entire class go silent as they turn to me.

“You said s**t,” the weird-looking kid says as he points at me.

My stomach drops and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

This girl is my mate.

That fact hits me like a speeding cement truck with no breaks. It slams into me and nearly brings me to my knees.

I found my mate. It’s her.

My mind begins swirling as I squeeze my eyes shut and lean against the blackboard.

“Are you okay, Mr. Lamb?” the principal asks. “Do I need to call someone?”

Aubrey comes over and I open my eyes just as she touches my arm. My bear immediately quiets down and the shakiness I feel all over settles.

I’m breathing hard, heavy breaths as I look down into her beautiful honey-colored eyes. She’s magnificent. Utterly stunning.

She has dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and an image of me grabbing a hold of it while I guide her lips up and down my c**k flashes through my head.

“Is everything okay?” she asks in the softest, sweetest voice I’ve ever heard. The angelic sound runs through my body, making my nerve endings stir and my heart pound.

I open my mouth, but I can’t answer. I can’t talk.

All I can do is study every gorgeous detail in her face from her thick luscious lips to her thin nose and round cheeks.

I swallow hard as I drag my eyes down her thick full-figured body. She has big round breasts and wide curvy hips that have me choking back moans.