ALPHA PROFESSOR'S FORBIDDEN AFFAIR

Being the second-born son in a family of five is like being the useless older brother. The irresponsible one who needs to be put on a leash, and maybe they're right. But in a world of rules, I thrive on the darkness of my choices, believing in only three things: money, women, and more women.

My life is perfectly chaotic until she comes around.

A man with a gun, they say, is dangerous, sure. But have they ever met an obsessed man who wants to be put on a fucking leash for one woman? There's no safety in this kind of madness. I thought I knew what I wanted, but now... now I'd burn everything just to have her. Just to have one woman.

Maybe I'm not the one in control anymore.

JUNIPER:

Today is a special day in my life.

One, it is my last day being nineteen, and the day I finally get to 'do it' with my boyfriend, Cillian.

Cillian says he will be busy tomorrow, and we are celebrating my birthday today so we can 'do it' by twelve midnight the moment I turn twenty.

"Juniper, we need more drinks!" Cillian's voice echoes from the living room to the kitchen, where I am trying to cut out my cake for his guests.

Just as I finish arranging them on the platter, the door to the kitchen swings open, and my roommate, Susan, walks in. She walks towards me, then rests her back against a counter in the kitchen.

"Seriously, June, when are you going to stop slaving for this boy?" she asks, and I pause, staring at her.

"It is your birthday, June, and yet he treats you like a slave. Serving up drinks for his friends, and you haven't had anything to eat. This is your last year in your teens, and he has ruined it," she says. Then I scoff, forcing a smile onto my lips.

Everyone thinks Cillian is manipulating, but I do not see it that way. I see it as my act of love for him.

He is three years older than me, making him twenty-three this year. We started dating last year when I turned nineteen, and even though I was legal, he never pressured me to have sex with him, contrary to what everyone says about him being a fuck boy who will leave me. But none of that happened, given he is the hottest and richest guy on campus, and I am nothing but a weird art geek.

Today I am ready for him, and just the thought of this makes my belly flare up with heat rising in between my legs.

I'm about to speak when Cillian walks into the kitchen.

"What's taking so long, baby?" he asks, walking past Susan like she is invisible.

The hate relationship between them is mutual.

"Here," I hand him the tray of cakes, then I take out some drinks, placing them on the tray, then he kisses my cheek.

"The party is almost over, and I cannot wait to have you," he whispers in my ear, causing Susan to roll her eyes while my belly flutters with a pleasant emotion driving through it.

He leaves at once, and I turn to Susan.

"I do not care, and I love him," I say, and she scoffs.

"Do not say I didn't warn you," she shrugs before leaving while I concentrate on cleaning up the kitchen.

Halfway through cleaning, the dish soap finishes, then I make my way out of the kitchen to see the guests are gone, making me wonder who Cillian got the last batch of drinks and cakes for. I try not to think too much, then I make my way up the stairs to get more soap from the store.

Just a few steps into the hallway, I hear Susan's voice in a way that leaves my blood cold.

"Yeah, right there, fuck me!" Susan moans out loud, and I try to convince myself she is with someone else, but Cillian's voice comes right after hers, shattering every fiber of my heart.

"Say you belong to me. Say it!" he demands aggressively as the sound of flesh slapping together fills the entire room.

My leg is weak, and I drag it to the entrance of the room, opening the door to see them in flesh and blood with Cillian buried inside her. The air in my lungs thin out, and I stand there with my skin pale while he finishes in her with a loud groan, falling on the bed beside her. Susan reaches for the tray of cakes on the nightstand, and this is when they both notice me standing with tears in my eyes.

"June," Cillian calls out. "You.. You aren't supposed to be here...un.." He gets to his feet as he struggles to get the words out.

Susan reaches for him.

"Why are you going to her? She is a good girl, and she doesn't deserve a guy like you. You are mine, Cillian, and she can never give you what I have given you," she says, and I shake my head at the coldness in her voice.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed Susan and I would have a fallout over a man, let alone my boyfriend.

He yanks off his hands from her, then he makes his way to me, but I take a step backward, taking to my feet, trying to wash away the image I had seen from my mind. Susan and Cillian? Who would have guessed? I had been a puppet in their little game.

He grabs me as I reach the stairs, then he tries to kiss me, but I push him away, my hand landing on his cheek, causing him to grab me roughly, pushing my back against the wall.

"You wouldn't have sex with me, and you expect me to wait a year?" he raises his voice. "A guy has needs!" he growls, then I scoff.

"Then go be with your needs; I am done," I say to him.

"No, you cannot be done, and we will never be done until I say so!" he runs his hands around my body roughly, planting kisses allover me with his breath ragged. "You are mine, June!"

I knee him in the groin at once, causing him to pull away in pain.

With blurry eyes, I make my way outside the house, rushing to my car, then I open it and get into it. I try to start the ignition, but Cillian is outside grabbing the handle of my door, but I lock it in time before he can open it.

"Baby, please, I swear it will never happen again. It was the devil, I swear. I want us to talk," he pleads, and I glance at him through my clouded eyes.

"You are the devil, and fuck you!" I step on the gas, causing him to let go as he falls on the ground and I reverse my car out of the compound without looking back.

"You are mine, Juniper. Mine!" he yells as I hit the road, and his voice becomes a memory.

**

I drive for a while, unsure of where to go, then I spot a bar. A good place to drown my sorrows, I say to myself, making my way to it. I park my car, then I walk into the bar, heading straight to the bartender.

"Give me the strongest, and cheapest drink you have," I say to him, taking out some notes from my purse as I place them on the table.

In no time, I have gone three glasses down, and yet I feel nothing. The pain of Cillian's betrayal still hangs, and his lying face is still clear in my memory. Suddenly, I get a feeling I'm being watched, then I turn to see a man in a corner of the room, sipping from his glass with his eyes on me. I turn away immediately, downing the remaining content in my glass.

"An order from the young man in the corner," the bartender says to me, handing me an extra glass of wine. I glance at the man in the corner, then I grab the glass.

In that moment, my phone beeps - it is twelve midnight and my fucking birthday.

A thought crosses my mind, and I get to my feet, feeling the entire world spin around me, but I manage to make my way to the man, placing the drink on the round table, before placing both hands on it, lowering my body to face his eyes glistening in neon lights.

"How about we leave here, and you can drink this off my chest?" I say to him...

JUNIPER'S POV:

"You've got some nerve, baby girl," he states in a gruff tone as his eyes rake over me.

He takes a slow sip from his glass, his gaze never leaving mine.

"No human female has been this bold." He places the glass down while I stand there with my heart pounding, but I don't care what he is blabbering about; I want to get over this.

Leaning forward slightly, I let the neckline of my dress dip further, revealing more of the smooth skin between my breasts. His eyes flicker down for just a second, darkening with hunger before they meet mine again.

"Your place or mine?" I ask, trying to uphold the false confidence in my voice.

A slow and dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, which makes my skin tingle.

"Don't play with me, baby girl," he warns as he leans back in his seat. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

I roll my eyes and make to stand, but before I can fully rise, his hand shoots out, wrapping around my wrist.

"My place," he says, and a small smile spreads across my lips.

I grab the drink on the table, downing it in one go because I need the fire of alcohol to drown out the fear rising in my chest.

We move quickly outside, slipping into the back of his car.

"What's the name?" he asks calmly, and I rack my head for a fake name, but none is coming.

"Gloria," my middle name pops out of my mouth.

"Call me, Mr. H." He kisses the back of my palm. "More wine?" he asks, and I nod.

He pours another glass, but instead of handing it to me, he tips it, slowly pouring the red liquid down my chest. I gasp as the wine soaks into the fabric of my dress with my mouth parting in surprise as the cool liquid runs down between my breasts, and his eyes follow the path hungrily.

"Guess I'll have to clean that up."

Without hesitation, his lips press softly against the curve of my neck, trailing lower, following the line of wine as he kisses along my skin. His mouth hovers over the hollow of my throat for a moment, and he tastes the wine off my skin.

I can hardly breathe as his kisses turn into nips, each one sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. With one swift motion, he rips the sleeve of my dress, exposing my shoulder.

Hungrily, he devours it as one hand moves between my thighs, and the heat of his palm radiates through the thin fabric of my panties. My body responds instinctively, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I arch into his touch.

I bite my lip as his fingers slide beneath the fabric, gathering the wet mess he has made.

"Don't punish yourself, love," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "I want to hear that sexy voice of yours."

I shudder, my breath coming in short gasps as his fingers trail around my core. Suddenly, a sharp pain courses through me, causing my body to jerk. I grip his arm, gasping as the pain radiates from deep inside.

"That's just two fingers, love," he whispers as his voice burns raw with desire. "How will you handle my entire length?"

I swallow hard.

"You can back away now." He drags his fingers out, and I watch as he brings them to his lips, sliding it into his mouth, tasting me with his eyes boring in mine. "You taste even better than I imagined."

His voice sends a thrill of excitement through my body as he slowly pulls away from me. At that moment, the car comes to a halt, and the driver lets him know we have arrived.

"So, what's it..." Before he can finish, I grab him by his tie, pulling him toward me, muttering the words, "I want you to fuck me!"

**

I stir from my slumber, waking up to a sore neck and a loud headache which has pain radiating through my body. As I try to remember what happened the previous night, all I can remember is the bar and-

"I lost my virginity to a stranger!" I scream, looking down to see I am in a tee.

I push my body up from the bed, sliding my hand underneath to find my panties missing.

I try to shove two fingers into it, but it is tighter than ever, and it hurts badly.

"Ouch!" I scream, and the door in front of me flies open, allowing me to take in the view of the hottest man I have seen in my entire life in nothing but a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist.

My eyes can't tear away from him. Water droplets still glisten on his tanned, muscular chest, sliding down the ridges of his tatted abs. His dark hair is damp, messily framing that rugged face, and those eyes-God, those eyes.

"Why the hell are you yelling?" his angered tone draws my attention to reality, and I see that his beautiful face becomes disrupted with a frown.

My mouth opens to form a sentence.

"And aren't you supposed to be gone by now? Do you not understand what a one-night stand is? Or do you whores not know when to leave?" he grits his teeth, moving toward me.

'Whore'-that word slams right into my chest, but before I can process it, he grabs my hands and pulls me off the bed, then he lets go of me as I fight so hard to regain my balance on the floor.

"I want you to be gone by the time I am done dressing, or I will get security to throw you the fuck out!"

That tone! It is just like Cillian's the previous night. The memories flood in, and I try to hold back my tears because I do not want to cry in front of this man, but my tears fall.

"Why are you crying now?" he asks as I throw on the bottom of my gown, which is nothing more than a skirt now. "Is it money you want? Here, here, take it!" He grabs a wad of cash, throwing it in my face, then I stand still by the door, and he grabs my hand, pushing me out and slamming it right in my face.

His words hurt me, and by now, I have a buildup of tears in my eyes, which makes my vision blurry. His words seem heavier than Cillian's, and I want to stop and cry, but my phone beeps at once, showing an email from my new professor.

"Get me the list of students attending this class, and I hope to see you all in an hour."

This reminds me that there is no time for a twenty-year-old unfuckable nerd like me to cry. I pause for a while in the hallway of the hotel to send a reply, but as soon as my eyes catch his display profile, I feel the floor beneath me being snatched from my legs.

"It can't be," I murmur...

HIRAM'S POV:

It's bad enough that I have to wait twenty-nine years for a mate, but to have a human as my mate? That's the cruelest curse the Moon Goddess could have cast on me. I would question her decision, but it's not like I've ever been one of her favorites.

Rejecting her isn't even a question. I want to. But I'm not ready to face the pain involved with it. Mainly because I have a class in an hour, and rejection would tear through me like wildfire.

My phone buzzes, dragging me out of my thoughts. It's the third-year class rep from my class, Juniper Miles.

"I've informed them, sir."

I toss the phone aside, then I throw on my suit and grab my briefcase. Just as I reach for the door of the hotel room, I freeze, reaching for my pocket to see my wallet isn't with me.

I check the table, but there's nothing. With a sigh, I yank the half-laid duvet off the bed, and there it is. My wallet tumbles to the floor, but something else falls with it. Something that sends a jolt through me, unlocking the pieces of last night that the alcohol made me forget.

"What have I done?" I mutter.

**

I can't shake the memory of last night as I drive toward the university. My hands grip the steering wheel as I try to keep my focus on the road. Luckily, I make it to school, but my problems don't end because as soon as I park, a familiar scent hits me like a punch to the gut.

"She's here?"

I curse under my breath, but her scent is warm, sweet, and maddening. It wraps around me, flooding my senses with her beautiful face. My body responds instantly, craving her in ways I don't want to admit.

When I realize myself, I clench my fists, trying to push the thoughts away.

'Get your shit together, Hiram. It's your first day,' I growl inwardly.

But it doesn't matter. The pull is there, gnawing at me with every breath I take.

I walk into the building, ignoring the stares of admiration from the females and even some males. It's not unusual. I'm used to it.

The air gets suffocating the further I step into the hallway.

'This should be a good thing,' I tell myself. 'After class, I'll find her and reject her. Quick and easy.'

Finally, I make it to my class. I push open the classroom door, and that's when a familiar pair of eyes catches my attention, causing me to freeze in my tracks. The females in the class are already staring, but not her. She's scribbling in her notebook, but her presence is louder than everyone else's.

"Fuck me," I mutter under my breath as our eyes finally lock.

I tear my gaze away and make my way to the pulpit, setting my briefcase down. My heart pounds in my chest, but I force a deep breath before speaking.

"Good morning, class. My name is Hiram. Since today is my first day, it will only be an introductory class, and I will be gone in a few minutes," I begin. "With that being said, where is the course rep?" I ask, looking at the wall behind me as I try to avoid her eyes. "Juniper Miles," I call, and she raises her hand.

My brows knit in anger at the fact she gave me a fake name last night.

"Come up here and help me distribute these questions while I teach, will you?" I instruct, watching as she stands up.

My eyes involuntarily follow the curve of her legs, which has her skirt hanging dangerously high on her thighs.

A wave of jealousy burns through each step she takes. The skirt may be appropriate for others, but inappropriate for me, because the males in the class can see her like this, and she is meant for me. She is pure and untouched, just for me. My mate!

'What is wrong with you, Hiram?' I question myself.

"Here." I hand her the tablet, holding it just a moment too long. "You gave me a fake name?" I whisper.

She tilts her head, her lips curving into a smirk. "What's it to you? It was a one-night stand, remember? Or do you want the entire class to know, Mr. H?" Her words drip with sarcasm, her lips so close I can feel her breath.

My control slips for a moment as I stare at them, and the moment from kissing them floods in. All I can think about is bending her over my desk, spanking her for her disrespect, and fucking that perky mouth of hers, filling her until she learns to speak to me properly.

Fuck! I feel a twitch in my pants.

I let go of the tablet. My jaw clenched, and she saunters back to her seat, swaying her hips like she knows exactly what she's doing to me.

I force a smile for the class.

Clearing my throat, I try to focus, but her thoughts pierce through. This is the disadvantage of mating with a human. I can hear her, but she can't hear me.

"He looks good, but he's a total douchebag. I don't get why they're all acting like they've never seen a male lecturer before."

Her voice in my head almost makes me chuckle, but then her confusion seeps in.

"Why do I not have any memory of last night?"

'You'll never find out, baby girl.' I say to myself.

Juniper:

It's surreal-sitting in this classroom, staring at the man I woke up next to only hours ago. He is my professor, and I should concentrate, but my body drifts to earlier this morning. His crisp suit does nothing to hide the memory of his half-naked body, with water dripping down his chest and the contours of his muscles. Fuck, I could run my hands on them all day long.

I shake my head, trying to concentrate, but it's useless. The image of him, soaked and sexy, burns through my mind, causing my pulse to quicken and heat pooling in my core.

I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. He is heartless, and HE IS YOUR PROFESSOR, I try to remind myself.

When I finish distributing the assignments, I walk back to the pulpit to return his tablet, my heart pounding louder with every step.

"Why did you give me a wrong name, June?" Hiram's voice is low, laced with frustration.

I shrug, turning to leave, but he grabs me by the throat. My breath hitches, and before I can protest, his lips crash into mine, and he ravages my mouth in a possessive, ungentle manner that leaves me wanting him more.

His fingers slide up my thighs, pushing beneath my skirt, finding the lace of my panties.

"You're so fucking wet," he growls into my mouth, his hands sliding into my panties, gathering the evidence of my arousal. "Wet for me. Only me, June."

A soft moan escapes my lips, my body arching into his. But then-

"Juniper!"

His voice isn't a moan anymore. Something is pulled from my hands, and I blink, startled back into reality. The classroom stares at me, and Hiram takes back his tablet.

Fuck. I was daydreaming about having sex with my professor.

"When you're done eye-fucking me," Hiram whispers, "you can take your seat."

"Did she just moan?" I hear Lola Baker, the class mean girl, whisper to someone.

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I can't meet his eyes. I can feel the stares from the class, but I can't face them either or return to my seat.

"May I use the restroom, please?" I barely get the words out before he nods.

I rush out of the room with my heart pounding against my chest.

The moment I step into the restroom, I press my back against the door, taking in shaky breaths. What is wrong with me? Why can't I get him out of my head?

I walk to the sink and splash water on my face, hoping the coolness will clear my thoughts. As my thoughts seem to die down, it only intensifies the ache in my neck. I didn't bother to check it earlier this morning, because I assumed I slept wrongly, plus I was running late to class.

As soon as I lift my hair to check my neck in the mirror, my heart stops.

"ARGH!!" A loud scream involuntarily escapes my mouth...