My Italian Teacher is My Mate

Chapter 1-Bella

Today is my eighteenth birthday, and oh, I dread it. Ever since I was eight, my mother has been going on about my mate. I do not want a mate; I dream of becoming a Fragrance Chemist and starting my own perfume business. No one is going to stop me, not my mom nor my mate.

“Bella! You ready?” my friend Vee shouted across our apartment.

“Almost Vee! Hey, any ideas on how to mask my scent? I do not want to deal with a possible ‘mine mate possessiveness’ today.”

“I mean, you can wear a s**t ton of perfume…I don’t remember how to mask our scents. You can look it up, but I do not know if they will have the actual one; I’m sorry, Bella. Oh my god, what if our Italian teacher is your mate! You have had a crush on him since freshman orientation.”

“Veronica May! That is impossible he is like four years older than us and most likely has found his mate, so it doesn’t matter. Hey, do you still have your ex’s cologne?”

“Yeah…Bella, you are going to make your mate jealous if you use it!”

“I do not care, and I think it’ll cover my scent pretty well. Let’s test it out; you go outside and wait in the car. I’ll come out after I spray this s**t all over me.”

“Okay, but if it doesn’t work, don’t complain.”

“I’m not a complainer!”

“Sure, you are not, honey,” Vee shouts as she walks out of the door.

I spray the cologne all over me until my nose burns from how heavily it filled the room. I grab my bag and head outside to Vee and the car.

“Oh god Bella, you smell like a male so badly. But it covered you up pretty good. Do you mind with the windows rolled down? I don’t wanna die from my ex’s cologne.” Vee said as I went to sit in the car.

“Please, my nose is burning from this smell.”

“Okay, haha, now let’s see who will go all protective on you when it wears off.” Vee had that evil smile on her face

“Please let it be after school!”

“Haha, let’s see, I guess that it’ll wear off by lunch.”

“Ugh, I hope not. After lunch, I have three more classes and a study group for our Italian class.”

“Haha, sorry, babe,” Vee said as we parked in the parking lot of the school.

We walked to our Italian class, and everybody was staring at me like I was crazy, and I knew that it is from the cologne. I walked quickly and quietly to my seat and acted like nothing was wrong. My teacher, Diavolo Leonardo Rosso, walked in. Professore Rosso is wearing dark blue jeans that makes his ass pop, and his favorite color, red, as his shirt. The sleeves are rolled up so that you can see his sleeved tattoos, and his biceps look like they will rip right through. His nice sharp jawline and cheekbones look so good today, and his teal gray eyes are roaming the room. I noticed he took a big smell once he got closer to his podium in the classroom. Eyes are getting darker, turning black than to an ice blue with hints of gold, and those same eyes skimmed the classroom.

Is he? No, he isn’t, god, I hope so. I thought in my head.

“Good Morning, Class," Professor Rosso said in a more resonant voice than usual. “Today, we are doing a pop quiz about what we learned yesterday. No mind linking to cheat; if I notice that this is happening, you will come on Saturday, and you will write: "I cheated on My pop quiz, and I will never do it again. I will study more and be prepared". One hundred times in Italian and in English. Got it?”

“Si professore.” Rang around the classroom.

The pop quiz wasn’t that long, but the way Professore Rosso looked when he walked in scared me. I stayed seated when class was over. Even though I got done with the pop quiz long before then, I was getting up and about to leave with everyone else until Professore Russo said, “Bella, can I see you in my office, now?” He didn’t wait for my reply, and he started to walk to his office, expecting me to go with him.

OMG, what is going to happen? Is he my mate? I want him to be, but I can’t handle this yet. No, Bella, stop it! He already has a mate but isn’t mated to her yet.

“Bella, you blocked me out.”

“Yes, I know Blue, I just didn’t want to smell my mate today and worry about all the jazz.”

“I know, Bella, and I respect that, but I have to help you with this one dilemma you are having in your head.”

“Please don’t tell me he is?!”

“Smell the air in his office, but I want to see the reaction of him. Can you not block me?”

“Do you promise not to go into ‘Babymaking mode’ if I do?”

“Pinky promise.”

I heard Blue my wolf say in my head as I walked into Proffessore Rosso, it isn’t huge like the other professors here on campus, but it is a nice size. His desk is facing the door, covered with papers, but still somehow organized at the same time. I was about to go to one of the chairs he had in his office, but I felt his presence behind me. I got chills from him being so close. His nose was in my hair, and he took a big whiff to smell me. I slowly turned around to see him face to face. Proffessore Rosso kept smelling me; the atmosphere has changed. He moved his nose from my neck to look me dead in the eyes.

“MINE,” he growled lowly, and oh my god, it is such a turn on.

“Yours? That’s odd cause I don’t remember you owning me as property?” I said sarcastically.

“I did not own you until now, my mate.” Proffessore Rosso’s eyes are pitch black, boring into my eyes.

“Mate? Your joking, right?” I said, laughing.

“Why would I joke? But the most important thing is, why do you SMELL like another MALE?” Proffessore Rosso said, getting closer to me

“You don’t know anything about my personal life; I have a boyfriend. That is who you are smelling. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be late for my next class.” I said, heading to the door

“You are not leaving this office until you get rid of that awful smell.”

“The funny thing about all of this, Proffessore Rosso, is that I don’t have to listen to you. See you in class tomorrow.”

I walked to the door to walk out; then I heard a growl. His arm is around my waist, the door slammed shut, and I heard the lock click. He let go of my waist but pinned me to the door.

“Listen to me now, and listen clearly. You are not leaving this room until that smell is gone. I have a shirt you can wear to get rid of it, or I can f**k you here in my office to get that smell off you.”