Lycan Princess Vampire Mate

Hot Teacher Is My Mate

Liz

The meeting commenced, and I quickly realized this was going to be as dull as it was necessary. Everyone seemed to think that just because I was the Lycan princess, I needed a military-grade strategy to survive even a single day at school. I sank back into my chair, watching as Lady Morgan took meticulous notes, her gray brows furrowed in perfect discipline, and Chairman Cain tapped his fingers on the polished table, clearly annoyed at having to talk about anything less important than politics or power.

The conversation opened with the basics: my accommodations, the classes I’d attend, and how to keep me from being assassinated while I learned. Two guards from Bloodhowl Academy, big, muscular, and far too intense looking for someone my age, were assigned to enroll as students under the guise of classmates, tasked specifically with keeping me safe. I raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at that, the corner of my lips twitching. Nice disguise. Not.

“Princess Powers,” Lady Morgan said, adjusting her glasses, “Your classes will be staggered to minimize exposure to potential threats, and your apartment will be guarded at all entrances.”

I nodded, already imagining the fortress-like “room” they’d assign me. Fantastic. Maybe I could hang a “Keep Out” sign.

I had declined to stay in their pack house, because I couldn’t bear the thought of Apollo constantly breathing the same air as me, so I had requested for an apartment. Even though Lady Morgan wasn’t pleased with it.

Discussion then shifted to the more mundane but equally over-planned logistics: lunch periods, library access, and which professors were cleared to interact with me. Apparently, the mere fact that my life had been in danger at other schools made everyone think I’d collapse in a cafeteria if left unsupervised. I fought the urge to roll my eyes so hard it would have given me a headache.

Someone, a junior council member, was probably trying to impress the room with his “insight”—brought up transportation to classes and extracurricular. “We should assign a runner for the Princess at all times,” he suggested.

“Or,” I cut in, with just enough venom to stop the meeting cold, “I could walk like a normal person. I’ve survived much worse.” The whisper of a grin tugged at my lips as every head turned toward me. I knew exactly what they were thinking: Such insolence from the princess. Delightful.

Lady Morgan’s sigh was audible, but she didn’t interrupt. Good woman. She knew I needed a little rope before someone started tying me up with rules.

We moved on to food security, medical contingencies, and even classrooms which were considered “safe” zones, rooms with exits, hidden doors, and staff trained to neutralize threats on the spot. I suppressed a laugh at the thought of my life resembling a spy mission just to attend algebra.

By the time the meeting touched on my social exposure, interactions with other students, acceptable behavior, and potential rival packs, I was zoning out, imagining how I could sneak out later and actually enjoy my school for the first time. They didn’t realize that “playing along” and “staying alive” were two different things, and I intended to do both on my terms.

Somewhere in the back, Apollo was observing, probably trying to figure out if he could drive me insane while keeping his suit clean. I refused to let him get that satisfaction, at least not yet.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lady Morgan concluded the meeting. “We’ve covered everything. Princess Powers, your safety is our top priority.”

I stood, brushing invisible dust from my tailored gray suit. “Excellent. Then let’s make sure we don’t bore ourselves to death in the process.” I flashed a faint smile, all innocence and mischief. “Or get me killed. One or the other works for me.”

Heads nodded politely. Eyes were on me. And I could feel my wolf stirring, eager for the next part, life at Silver Moon Academy, finally on my terms.

By the time the meeting was over, it was already lunch break, so I decided to go to the Cafeteria. Also, I had not at all planned to be attending any classes.

The air in the Cafeteria, and pretty much everywhere in school buzzed with gossip. I tried my best to put an ear down to hear just exactly what it was that was getting everyone crazy.

I sat at a table reserved for royalty, despite my reservations about it. Harry had insisted. “You’re the princess, Liz, we can’t have you sitting down with the others, also, it’s for your safety.”

The only reason I agreed was because I wasn’t perfect at making genuine friends due to my status. So I rolled with whoever was available at the moment, until they were tired of pretending.

Fun fact, my father used to pay people to befriend me when I was younger, because he often thought I was lonely, but it never ended well, and I’m glad he eventually stopped.

It was true that I was new here, but I knew a few people I could get for some gossip. And from my observation, they had a particular table in the Cafeteria where they gathered by lunch break to sit around and gossip. I used to visit here before, so I noted that already.

I went straight towards the desk and, just as I had thought, there they were, buried in the gossip of the newest things in school.

One was sure to always find on their lips the full story of everything going on in school. Luckily, I didn't even have to ask before they started spewing this time. They were too excited to tell whatever gossip they had.

"Princess Liz, I’m so glad you’ve decided to come to our school. I assure you it is the right one for you," one noted. Her name was Margaret.

“Thank you,” I forced a smile, noting her frail attempt to appear like she was pleased to meet me.

“So, what is causing the commotion?” I asked before the rest of them would bore me with their introduction speeches.

"It's not a what. It's a who," they chimed in unison.

I rolled my eyes, already sensing I might regret asking again. But I had to know. "Alright, who is this person you all seem to be so obsessed with?"

"Tchh… you make him sound like an ordinary guy. Because let’s be real, he’s anything but. The moon goddess knew exactly what she was doing when she created him, giving him that incredible physique and that god-like face."

I didn’t know these girls all that well, but I had a hunch they’d crush on a lot of people I wouldn’t even look twice at. In fact, that had actually happened before.

"You all remember Apollo?" I began.

"What about Alpha’s son? Yeah, we all know him. What does he have to do with any of this?"

"Well," I cleared my throat dramatically, like an old lady about to drop some profound wisdom. "This is how you all made me feel whenever you showed up at a party in my pack. You acted like he was the best thing since sliced bread. But honestly, he’s so far below my standards that I feel like I might throw up every time I see him."

“Don’t talk about the Alpha’s son like that,” the redhead piped up. I recognized her right away; she’d always had a thing for Apollo. Honestly, it was no surprise she jumped to defend him.

“Oh, right,” I said, raising my hands in a playful gesture of surrender. “I forgot—he’s your little prince.”

Margaret and the others looked at me like I’d just dropped a bombshell. I had definitely struck a nerve—sweet!

“Look at this b***h,” one of the unfamiliar faces chimed in. “Comparing plain old Apollo to the new teacher.”

They all erupted in laughter.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Calling the Lycan princess a b***h? I admired her boldness. Looks like I’d found a potential friend.

I shot her a grin without thinking, but then froze when I realized they were talking about a teacher, not a student.

"How low have you girls sunk?" I teased playfully. "You're crushing on a teacher! But honestly, I shouldn't be surprised. You all seem to crush on anything that moves."

They just laughed it off. I really didn’t want to get my hopes up, and the lingering daze I felt made me argue more fiercely than usual.

"Well, you haven't met this particular teacher," Margaret chimed in. "I swear, you haven't! And when you finally see him, I bet you'll crush on him too." She reached out for a pinky swear.

I almost took her up on that bet, but then a familiar scent wafted through the air, catching my attention. Instinctively, I stood up and started moving.

Margaret and the other girls trailed behind me, still pushing for me to take the bet.

I brushed them off, following the scent until we stepped outside.

All around us, students were staring at a car rolling into the school yard. I noticed that the scent was leading me straight to that car.

"Just wait, Liz," Margaret said, excitement bubbling in her voice. "That’s the new teacher! And it looks like we’re not the only ones who think he’s hot. The whole school is buzzing about him."

Now I was genuinely intrigued by this new teacher. Part of me was relieved I hadn’t made that bet with Margaret and the girls. Deep down, I was starting to question my earlier stance.

The car came to a stop right in front of us, and my heart raced as if the ground had opened up beneath me, filling me with anticipation.

The scent intensified as the car halted. My wolf stirred restlessly, eager for reasons I couldn’t quite grasp. I tried to push her back.

“Get it together,” I whispered to myself, pressing a hand to my chest. “He’s just a guy.”

He stepped out moments later, and my eyes were treated to a sight that took my breath away. Margaret and the girls were right, he wasn’t just handsome; he was stunning.

Framing his perfectly tanned face was his very dark hair that reached all the way down his cheek bones. His eyes were perfect brown. He looked too young to be a teacher.

As he came out, his full length was flaunted on our faces. He had perfectly broad shoulders. A mustache lined his lips. Now I understood why the girls were so over him. He was hot. But that wasn't what got me swooning.

Again, I was totally happy that I didn't bet on anything with Margaret. I could tell they already knew that I was entranced by him. But I didn't leave any chance to be embarrassed. I was prepared to be laughed and told so many 'I told you sos' as possible. I didn't care.

This bet was lost from the beginning.

It was impossible to look away. My wolf stirred, alert and restless, sensing something beneath the surface, something primal I couldn’t yet name.

Then his eyes fell on me, and everything shifted. My wolf howled for the first time," mate. This was him. The one I had been waiting for.