I walked into class and hadn't smelt the vanilla and toffee scent that had wreaked havoc in his home. Looking around, I did not see his face either. Relief filled my body, since I wouldn't have to deal with that whole mess today, but there was also disappointment.
As I opened the book and began my lecture, I breathed in a sigh. I hope that kid was okay.
"Buon Pomeriggio Lezione [Good Afternoon Class]" I said flipping the pages of the book. "Please open your books to chapter five."
The kids all listened. Probably due to my baritone voice vibrating off the desks and walls. I was one of the professors who did not need a microphone. It was between me and Mr.Hucklebe, who was an English lecturer.
As I had one of the kids finishing reading the last section of the chapter out loud, I felt my phone vibrate. The vibrations were continuous, as if I was getting multiple text messages. Tsk.
Getting out loose-leaf paper, I began passing them out. "You will spend the remainder of the forty-five minutes answer the ten essay questions at the end of this chapter." I explained. "Make sure to check your Italian spelling with the Italian dictionary and grammar book I had put on your syllabus to buy."
There were a few groans, but they quickly quieted down. I didn't really even hear anything from the peanut gallery, aka Tylor and his little posse.
As the kids were doing their assignment, I quickly took out my iPhone and flipped through the messages.
Carlos: Hey dude. The interview went well. I think you'll like the bartender. The person is pretty cute too. 🥵
I rolled my eyes. Everyone in the pack knew Carlos would fuck anything that walked. He had the fantasy that if he fucked everyone, at least one of them would be his mate.
Me: Sounds good. Will be there to observe. -Bern ✌🏽
Carlos: Copy that boss ;)
I rolled my eyes again. Carlos was another guy I had grown up with along side Michael. I knew he always had a crush on me, but I had to politely decline. What sucked for us was that finding a mate wasn't like what it was in those fairytales or books. We didn't just smell them and instantly know. Oh no, that would be too easy. We, instead, had be like the wild animals we were.
We had to fuck them.
Our species was very big on sex, and modesty was definitely not our thing.
If the pull, while the males were cumming, was there, our wolf would emerge and mark them, without our say so.
I had thought Rebecca was the one, but when it didn't happen, after finally having sex with her, everything she did just irritated the fuck out of me. I mean we had been together for three years before finally fucking because she "needed time".
Looking through the rest of my messages, I saw the devil herself had messaged
Annoying Hoe 👹: Heyyyy daddy..thought we could spend sometime together tonight 🍑
I scoffed. Oh now she wanted to come back?
Me: No. Have plans.
She texted back so quick, I didn't even get to exit out of the message thread.
Annoying Hoe👹: The night club again...?🥺
Me: Mind your business.
Annoying Hoe👹: You are my business. I'll be by the club later then. Xoxo -Becca
I internally groaned. Of fucking course.
Whatever, I could use a good dick suck, and boy, was Rebecca good at it. Just thinking of the wet hole made me take a breath.
As I was wrapped in my thoughts, I heard a door, from the top of the lecture hall, open slowly. Before even looking up, I knew who it had been. Beau. His smell cascaded down to my nose and danced a sweet dance. I inhaled deeply and then froze.
What the fuck.
I smelt another scent on him. A small growl emanated from my throat. Only the few in the front heard and glanced at each other with a worried expression.
"Nice of you to join us." I gritted out through my teeth. I watched as Beau's body tensed and slowly made his way to his seat.
"Haha nerd probably got caught up fucking his daddy." I heard Tylor whisper to his little posse, which got a few snickers out of them. What the fuck were they talking about?
I looked at Beau, whose body was still tense, and his eyes seemed to glisten. I'm guessing he heard.
Setting my sights on Tylor, I watched as he realized I was glaring at him and coward in front of me.
"Mr. Axon." I growled out, "Detention."
"What! Come on!" Tylor shouted, finding courage in his anger. "What are you a fag lover?"
Tylor immediately regretted his words, as I sat up from my desk and walked over to him. Every foot step, I could see Tylor cringe.
"I don't take lightly to bullying." I said firmly. "Five-paged paper due by tomorrow instead." I smiled. "I'll give you the details after class."
Tylor groaned, and his posse laughed him, but one look from him, and they immediately shut up.
Right on time, the clock struck 1:30pm, and the kids all got up to leave.
"Beau." I said, "You stay."
I watched as his body seat back down. As I sat at the desk getting the paper assignments, Tylor looked over at Beau with a glare and came to stand in front me. I handed him the five pages assignment on the history of homosexuality in Rome back in the early A.D. era. He read it as he walked out, and I could hear him let out an angry humph.
Chuckling to myself, I stood up and walked up the stairs to stand in front of Beau's little body. I could see the small trembles and noticed a tear had fallen from his face. Without thinking, I wiped his tear with my finger. His body tensed, and looked up at me. His watery grey eyes made contact with mine, as my hand dropped.
"Why were you late?" I said trying to be delicate as possible; however, I knew it was almost impossible due to my alpha gene. We could only be delicate to our mates and that was after the mating ritual and ceremony. Yeah it was a big thing. Caught up in my thought, I almost missed what he said.
"I had personal things to take care of. I...I-I'm sorry.." he said, as he looked down at his hands.
I took a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote down my email.
"If you are going to be late again, please email me. I can get your assignments together, so you don't fall behind." I said. I was being as nice as I could be.
He nodded his head. I thought about giving him detention, but the kid looked traumatized as it was.
I took the paper back and wrote a number down. "If you are ever feeling not okay, reach out to this number by text only. They will talk you through anything you need. It's anonymous, and they won't know your secrets."
I gave the paper back to him. He nodded again.
"You know you should speak, when your are spoken to." I growled, my anger getting the better of me.
His eyes went wide. "Yes. I will use these. T-thank you.." he said, as he picked up his books. He quickly glanced at his watched and stood up. "I'm going to be late."
I moved back, so he could go past me. As he moved by, I was able to smell the scent a bit clearer. It was definitely with another wolf, but from his sweat and own scent, I couldn't make out if I knew them or not. My anxiousness didn't seem to subside. Trying not to think too much into it, I watched as he left my room.
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I had made it home after two other classes after Beau's and showered. As I was drinking a bit before getting ready for my night, a vibration came through his phone.
Anonymous: Um..Hello. I was told to text this number, if I was having some issues I wanted to talk out.
Reading it, my heart skipped a beat. Beau. He was texting the number. Fuck. Idk why I gave him my number, but I felt like I needed to help him through the tough time he was having. I've been through pain, so I knew when someone was traumatized or not.
Me: Hello. I'm here to talk, whenever you need.
I stared into the phone patiently waiting for a reply. After thirty or so minutes, a reply came.
Anonymous: Nevermind. This was a mistake. I'm sorry.
Me: Whenever you need anything, text me and I'll be there to help.
I pressed send, my heart skipped a beating know what I said was true.
I saw and waited for a response but none came. Sighing, I sat back waiting for the time to tick by.
I began getting ready for the night club, since it was already 9:45pm.
Seeing as I had to make myself known to this new bartender as the owner and boss, I wore a full on suit with a black button up, a black jacket, my gun and holster, black dress pants and black dress shoes. Putting on my silver cuff links on, I glanced quickly at the mirror. My hair cascaded over my shoulders.
I think I'll leave it like this, I smirked.
As I was about to walk to my garage, I received a text message. My heart skipped thinking it was Beau. The disappointment made itself known, when I saw it wasn't.
Carlos: Where the hell are you? The new bartender is killing it! 🤑
I chuckled. Carlos probably had already started hitting on the poor woman.
Going to my garage, I clicked my key fob. My Joss JP1 imported from Australia beeped, as the doors unlocked. Pulling up the suicide doors, I slide into the two seater car. The engine purred, as if it wasn't even turned on.
My garage doors went up, and as soon as the light from the full moon hit my windshield, I zoomed out on the road ahead. It only took about twenty minutes to get to the club at the speed I had been going.
Parking my car, I watched as the girls and even the guys stared in awe. I looked at them and smirked. The girls perked their breast up and widened their eyes, as I came close. A few were pretty cute, but I was here for business first. The bouncer, Tony, saw me and nodded, allowing me to step around the metal detector. Tony was also part of my pack. Honestly, everyone who worked at the club had been a part of the pack, except for this new person and Candy. Makes sense why Carlos was wary about this.
I walked up to my seat from last night, where my Beta, Gamma and even Delta sat. Michael was lounging back with a drink in his hand, while Carlos and Miles, my Delta, were having an conversation that seemed heated. Miles was younger than us, but he was a fierce warrior. His blonde curly hair fell like a mop on his head with his bright blue eyes like little round orbs squinted in concentration. He barley had any facial hair, and he was a very beefy looking guy. They felt my presence and looked up.
"Hey Boss." Miles said, perking up.
"Hey." I greeted taking a seat with them. I looked at Carlos with questioning eyes for the new bartender. Where were they? Then it hit me. Vanilla and toffee. It fought every other scent in the place.
My eyes went wide. I followed the scent with my eyes and saw Beau. He was in a full button up black shirt that held our pack logo on it. His tight black leather pants stuck to his skin outlining his buttocks.
That wasn't an actual part of the uniform..Carlos, man. I shook my head.
I continued to look at him, and saw he wore a black pair of vans. He held the the cocktail shaker in the air, his hair shaking with his motions, swooping around his eyes as he looked up at his customers. He shook it and spun it, showing his skills, as he made drinks that ended up catching on fire. There were a lot of oo's and ah's.
I watched as many woman and even men began to flirt with him. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stick up and a growl slip through from deep in my throat.
Carlos, Michael and Miles looked up at him and bowed their head. They could feel the alpha aura powering off of me. I saw from the corner of my eye Carlos follow to where my eyes were looking. His eyes went wide.
I observed a man I had not seen before sit down at the bar in front of Beau. He had his hair slicked back with tattoos decorating his arms. He was turned from me, so I couldn't see his face, but I watched Beau looked up with a smile and then a laugh. His body looked relaxed, as he created a concoction for the man. As he gave the drink to him, the man took it by brushing his hand against Beau's.
My growl seemed to get louder, and I could feel Michael's hands on my bicep.
"Hey man.." Michael whispered, "You good?"
I had to rip my eyes off Beau to look at Michael. I could tell by his eyes widening, my eyes had changed from green to bright swirl of green and yellow. Fuck my wolf was close. What the fuck was wrong with me. It must be because I haven't fucked in a while.
I clenched and unclenched my fists, as I continued to watch the man flirt with Beau. What angered me is that Beau seemed to flirt back.
Tonight wasn't going to be a good night.