Their Destined Warrior Luna

The Mysterious Teacher

“Goodbye Beta Brett, I hope to see more of you” I shouted after him. He turned to me, biting his bottom lip to disguise his smile and shaking his head.

God he was gorgeous. I thought to myself, ‘Why do they always pick the most handsome ones to be the alphas and betas? You know full well he’s going to be sat in a room with the sexiest members of the pack.. all comparing abs or looking at who has the dreamiest eyes. Urgh’. I threw myself back on to my bed and decided food was the last thing I wanted tonight, I pulled my blanket over my head and had some VERY sweet dreams about what I would do to that man.

The sun was shining brightly and the moment I woke up, I checked my phone for any not-so-important texts that might have come in during the night. Other than a few messages from mum making sure I’d not got drunk or fallen off a cliff already, I was good to go. I threw on some skinny jeans, a white vest and a lumberjack style shirt jacket paired with some converse. There was hardly anybody about and it was early, so I threw my hair up in a bun and headed out. I was determined to learn every inch of the school before the main bulk of students arrived in a few days’ time.If I had maybe listened to Beta Brett instead of enjoying the view of him, I might have remembered some of the routes or rooms he had pointed out but no mind, I was armed with a map and a sense of purpose.

The school was amazing. It was a beautiful combination of classical and modern. The old parquet floors, paintings and doors disguised as wooden panels alongside the glass panel walls to some of the newer parts of the school was amazing. You could quite easily just take a stroll down the corridor and stand to watch students in their class. I turned round a corner and saw huge double doors. I gave one of them a little shoulder barge and stumbled into the room.

My eyes widened and I didn’t know where to look first. I had walked in to the grandest of libraries I had ever seen, with beautiful ornate oak pillars, multiple balconies of floor to ceiling books. I felt like I was having a real beauty and the beast moment. The oversized tables all had really cute little pull string lamps, huge floral centre pieces and the option to fold up little partitions to give you some privacy as you studied. There were magnificent fireplaces in each room which I imagined would make for the perfect setting on a wintery night, reading about some theorem which most students would ignore. My thirst for knowledge was unbearable. I made my way over to a little alcove where there was an impressive section of leather-bound books with the most beautiful gold trim. I looked around to see if I should be asking someone permission to look at these but I saw nobody.

I grabbed one of the books and carefully opened it, hoping it wouldn’t be in some bizarre language that I couldn’t read. Almost disappointed, there were no huge texts – instead there were incredibly old images of branches. I immediately realised how stupid I was upon noticing that the branches had names. It was a family tree. I flipped back a few pages and read it properly, ‘Family Tree of the Le Della Roveres 1406-1606’. The name was unmistakeable. It was our Alphas family and by extension, his family tree. I traced through the book, picking my favourite names pretending that was the route I was going to take through the family history. Towards the end of the book, there were some references to pieces of art which I assumed would be portraits of the family members.

I placed the book back carefully to see if there was a more up to date version.

I found it easily but it hadn’t been updated for the last twenty years. ‘Maybe they only update it when the Alpha dies?’ I said to myself. I knew the current Alpha was Lucian Della Roveres and he was married to Luna Corinne and I believe the Craven Grayridge pack was named after Craven Della Roveres. I could have grabbed the earliest book to find this out myself but at this point, I had scratched enough of an itch and wanted to keep exploring.

I walked out of the room, taking a few deep breaths to make sure I had the scent of the old books and wood for as long as possible. I passed through the atrium and was drawn to the warm sun and birds chirping. I couldn’t believe how extensive the grounds were, with outdoor sports courts, indoor and outdoor pools and a huge area which had strange markings on the floor. I’d seen similar areas in books – this is where they would teach us the art of battles, formations and a practise area for outdoor fighting.

I strolled across the very still and peaceful area wondering how such a beautiful area would soon be full of sweaty wolves trying to get at each other’s throats for the win. I found myself a little area surrounded by trees where somebody had left out a training dummy and decided I had to inspect further. You could see where there were dents from firsts or claw marks from some successful blows. As per usual, I got a little carried away and started to pretend punch and kick the dummy.

I started to make some martial arts-style noises and heard a quiet, deep chuckle behind me. I spun round without thinking and nearly punched this poor man. I stepped back and immediately regretted referring to him in my head as a poor man. I’d never seen anyone like it. He was nearly 7 feet tall. Dark hair that was slightly curly, piercing blue eyes, large forearms and a huge chest. He was gripping my arm that was headed straight for his face. He must have been military or something with the way he had composed himself.

“I am SO sorry” I yelped. “I wasn’t expecting to see anyone out here.. I did look around and I thought nobody was here, but wait.. what are you doing here?” I retracted my non-threatening fist, trying to rub away the fingerprints he had left on there.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just getting ready to train and saw your.. uhh. Skills?” he said with a very straight face. I frowned a little at the idea he was making fun of me. “If you wanted, I have a little time this morning. I can show you a move or two?”

“OH! Are you a teacher here then?” I said, brushing my hair out of my face and trying to be cute.

“I mean, yeah, I teach here on occasion but I have other pack duties” he was rubbing the back of his neck like he was telling me things he really shouldn’t, but he was already telling me more than I had asked him. Boys are such idiots. I excitedly took up his offer to be shown a few moves and any opportunity to learn something new was one I was always prepared to take.

“Right, start by placing your feet here”, he used his feet to position mine and held my arms in position. His voice was authoritive and deep. ‘Then you’re going to want to twist your body like this..’ he quickly got behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders and gently guided me to pivot on my front foot. ‘Yeah that’s good. Now you’re going to want to take this knee and aim here..’.

I understood what he was getting me to do and confidently thrust my knee into the air. I turned round with a huge grin and breathlessly hugged him. He did not reciprocate. It was a little awkward but I was excited.

“Okay, so now let's do it again, this time I’ll pretend to lunge at you and you’re going to want to do that”. He beckoned me to step towards him and as he warned me, he lunged at me. It wasn’t even close to half-hearted, but as instructed, I pivoted my body, bringing my knee up to his side. To counter my attack and stop me from injuring him (even though we both knew I wouldn’t have hurt him even if I had landed the knee), he grabbed my knee and used my momentum to spin me round and put me on my back. How he did this so gently was both impressive and frustrating.

I gave him a disapproving frown and tried to wriggle out but he just held my arms with one hand and my knee with the other. I smiled at him, biting my bottom lip. There I was chancing my luck by flirting a little to see how he reacted. I got absolutely no reaction from him. There was a split second when he eased off his grip, so I took the opportunity to put all the strength I had in flipping him on his back, straddling him and pinning down his hands. I had seen it on YouTube and it worked surprisingly well!

“Ha.” I said victoriously. He ALMOST smiled “Okay, okay, you got me. Don’t hurt me” in an almost sarcastic way. I could feel the heat from his body between my legs. I don’t know whether it was the fact that I could transition any time, I was surrounded by the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen or the fact that I was just straddling this magnificent specimen, but if he’d have given any indication, I’d have climbed that mountain.

I almost lay on top of him, pressing as much of my body against him as possible and lowered my face towards his. His mouth was tantalisingly close. I licked my lips and moved in closer. I felt his lips purse a little but still barely reacting. Instead, I brushed past his face and whispered to him “I got you”.I climbed off him, making sure that I lightly grazed across his crotch in the process.

"Hm." He muttered to himself. I had to remind myself that this was a teacher and not the time to be jumping on every person you come across. I was two for two and that was not the reputation I wanted. I smiled at him, biting my lip and started jogging back towards the dormitories.

I tried to go for a mysterious vibe, but I figured, I needed to know if this was going to be my defense teacher and prepare myself if I'd be seeing him regularly. "What is your name?" I yelled across the empty space, as he had already turned and started walking away. He turned to me and raised his eyebrows, "Maybe next time".

What felt like a massive failure on my part, also felt a little bit embarrassing.