Falling For my Hot Professor

CHAPTER THREE

THEODORE'S POV

An Alpha always knows when the hunt begins.

I felt it the moment the classroom door closed behind me.

It wasn't the usual pulse of authority that came with standing before young minds, but of something stronger.

Older and instinctive too.

My gaze moved around, resting on her.

She sat at the back row, her shoulders drawn in, and her white blond hair spilling forward like she was trying to hide from the world.

The same girl — the one I had found by the fire and whose grief could be seen all over her.

My mouth curved into a slow, controlled smile as I set down my books. The hall was silent, every student watching me with curiosity in their eyes.

None of them knew who I truly was, nor the fact that my focus had been chosen.

“Hey! You over there. What's your name?” I pointed in her direction. She ogled at me after her colleagues tapped her.

“Nadia.. sir!” She blurted, a bit shaken.

“Okay Nadia, why do you look so lost though? You should get your act together.” I asked, a smile accompanying my words. I cleared my throat then, my gaze taking them in again.

“Good morning everyone,” I began. “I am Professor Theodore and I shall be taking you Literature 101.”

Soft mumbles trailed from their lips, dying off as soon as they saw my hand, raised in the air.

I felt it then. Her sharp intake of breath. It was filled with fear and panic.

Clearing my throat, I began like nothing was wrong, and I hadn't held her trembling body hours ago.

I could still remember her lips. Soft and warm. Then the moans that slipped through them.

No! I shouldn't be having such thoughts at that moment. I came to teach, and teach will I.

I was here on a mission. An important one at that. A Beta had gone missing from my territory three weeks ago.

Traces of his scent had led me to this town and this college. To investigate, I took the position under a false name, a clean record and a charming face.

That was the plan until the scene at the fire happened.

The white haired bird sitting right before my gaze had stumbled onto my path and managed to disrupt my focus.

I remembered the night clearly. Yesterday's night, but every scene felt like it was happening right at that moment.

Her soft voice as I f****d her hard. Her fingers digging into my skin as pleasure coursed through us.

Then the loud whimpers in her dreams.

“David… don't..”

The name tasted like poison and had left me a bit upset. I had no right to be, but I was upset all the way.

I should have left as soon as she fell asleep, but I didn't. Instead, I watched her sleep, memorising the rise and fall of her chest.

Even the soft crease between her brows wasn't spared. Slowly, I marked her scent into my mind like a territorial claim I had no right to make.

Now, she sat in my class, totally off limits. The reality of that sent thrills through me, one that has nothing to do with morality.

I moved around slowly as I spoke, my eyes resting on her again and again. Every time our eyes met, she looked away.

Her fingers clenched around her pen as her pulse fluttered wildly at her throat.

She remembered.

Oh, she should. It was only a few hours ago.

“Nadia!” I called yet again.

She raised her head, completely taken aback. “Yes Prof Theodore?”

The sound of my name on her lips made my skin rise with goosebumps.

“Would you like to read the first passage?”

Her cheeks flushed. “I.. I didn't know —”

“It's fine,” I interrupted smoothly. “Take your time.”

She stood to her feet, her legs shaking vehemently, then began to read. Her voice trembled at first but steadied later on.

When she finished, I nodded. “Well done. That's beautiful.”

Her eyes flickered, confusion in them.

Soon, the bell rang. It was all too sudden, leaving me no choice but to end the class.

Students filed out, their voices loud. The loud buzz irritated me but I kept still and quiet, watching them file out.

She packed slowly, clearly hoping to disappear without being noticed.

“Miss Nadia,” I called.

She froze, her hands shaking all over.

“Please stay behind for a moment.”

Her shoulders stiffened but she nodded. When the hall finally emptied, I drew closer to her, a smile breaking on my face.

“You didn't tell me you were a student, did you?”

“Neither did you tell me you were a professor,” she shot back then winced. “Sorry sir. I didn't mean to—”

“Drop the sir already. It's fine though. We both weren't aware.”

She nodded, her hands fiddling against each other. She seemed uneasy, and perhaps shy.

Well, anyone would. Anyone who found out that the man they slept with the previous night was their professor, would feel the same.

“You look unwell. Are you fine? If you need extensions or accommodations, you can always come to me during my office hours.”

She laughed, a soft yet bitter laugh. “You are very professional.”

I leaned closer, my voice lowering a bit. “I have to be, or

I might just kiss you here and now.”

Her breath hitched, eyes flickering vehemently. She left quickly after that.