Page 3 of Alphabets & Omegas
I swallow thickly, trying to think clearly through the pulsing of Alpha hormones rushing through my body. There is the small matter of being in a room full of six-year-olds. Now is not the time to go full dominant Alpha or indulge in the rampant sexual attraction I feel for their teacher.
I have to play this cool if I stand even a shot at making her mine.
I clear my throat and respond charmingly, holding out my hand, undeterred by the sprout of black fur on the back of my palm. With my raging emotions, it’s lucky I haven’t shifted altogether. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Miss Shields looks at my outstretched hand hesitantly for a second before slipping her small hand in mine. A zing of energy travels up my arm, and I almost growl with possessive delight.
A bloom of Omega perfume spills into the air, thick and seductive and coming from the startled looking Omega touching me.
I hold on for as long as is considered polite, and watch her intently for any sign that she feels the sparks shooting up my arms, too. Her eyes flutter up to meet mine, wide with understanding, and I watch with delight as her blue eyes take on an iridescent wolfish glow. It’s all I need to confirm she feels the spark as well. This kind of physical connection is rare, and I won’t waste it. I’m never going to let her go.
Mine.The guttural, animalistic voice in the back of my mind stalks out of the undergrowth of my self-control.
“Pleasure to meet you too,” Miss Shields’ voice wavers, little pants slipping through her slightly parted lips.
It will be.Her pleasure will be mine.
She looks shocked, frozen in place, and dazed. After a moment, she clears her throat and shakes off her reaction to me, like a wolf shaking off droplets of rain. Miss Shields crouches down so she’s eye-level with Oscar. “Oscar, would you like to show your uncle your desk?”
“Yes! My desk has sparkly stickers on it, come see,” the pup yips, tugging on my hand. I smile indulgently and allow myself to be pulled away. I can feel her eyes locked on the back of my head and take a moment to collect my thoughts.
I have to play this carefully if I want even a chance of making Miss Shields more than just my nephew’s teacher.
Oscar walks me around his desk, pointing out his favorite stickers, and as I hum appreciatively, I watch the little Omega out of the corner of my eye. She’s short with womanly curves that makes my cock twitch. Her movements are rigid and wary as other parents arrive to drop off their children – it isn’t fear, but a wariness born from experience. She’s clearly more comfortable around the children than adults.
Oscar introduces me to a gaggle of unruly pups who are oddly excited to meet me and fascinated with the tattoos on the backs of my hands. The tour ends with the highlight of the classroom – the Christmas tree. It’s heaving with handmade decorations by the pups, and the lower branches look suspiciously like someone has been gnawing on them.
The room is chaos, a cacophony of squeaky human voices and wolf howls. There are claw marks dug into the wooden floorboards, the desks, and oddly, on the ceiling. The pups burst in and out of their wolf forms with startling speed, and proceed to run around the room stark naked. Miss Shields takes it all in her stride, gently encouraging them to put their clothes back onand calmly sit at their desk. She’s a serene pillar in the swirling storm.
When Oscar finally settles at his desk, I saunter back to the front of the class, unable to stay away from the sweet-smelling Omega a moment longer. I’ve settled on my game plan. I won’t change who I am, a straight-shooter with a rebellious streak, but I will approach her with a casual attitude. Something tells me she’s had bad experiences with Alphas telling her what to do rather than asking.
“Why do I feel a bit like I’m Oscar’s show and tell?” I joke, sliding my hands into my leather jacket pockets to stop myself from reaching out to touch her. My claws are out, and I don’t want to scare her off with my lack of control.
“Probably because you are?” A soft chuckle tinkles between us. I love the sound. It reminds me of the wind chime that used to hang outside my grandparents’ den.
She seems to have recovered from her previous stupor after our touch, but her perfume still lingers in the air. Her light red curls frame the fine bone structure of her face perfectly, like a damn halo, and I fight an ache to run my fingers through them. Everything about this Omega is soft and sweet, and I can’t look away. And god, she’s much younger than I am. She can’t be more than forty years old – blossoming into her adulthood. It should deter me or make me feel like a lecherous old man, but it only turns me on more. I want to corrupt her.
If I were a gambling man, which I am when the mood takes me, I never would’ve bet on my mate being so sweet. I’m all ripped jeans, motorcycles, heavy metal, and tattoos. My wolf is even worse. He’s a domineering menace that likes to put pack members in their place. Mike says that I’m a cocky asshole who can be self-absorbed. Compared to me, Miss Shields looks like a virginal saint in her polka dot dress and cardigan.
“Oscar obviously thinks highly of you if he’s showing you off like this.” She clasps her hands in front of her tightly, squeezing a little too hard for it to appear nonchalant. Jen opened my eyes to the anxiety the mere presence of an Alpha can have on an unmated Omega. It wasn’t long ago when forced claiming was an acceptable practice in the wolf-shifter community.
“I’ve been told I’m rather impressive,” I say modestly, shooting her a goofy grin that I hope is non-threatening.
Miss Shields huffs with amusement and shakes her head like she’s not sure what to make of me.
“Are you always this arrogant?”
“Arrogant? Moi?” I say, pressing my hand to my chest in mock-offense. “Devilishly handsome is a better description.”
She rolls her shining blue eyes, and a smile sneaks onto her lips. Her knuckles lose the white blanched color as she relaxes, and a flush of satisfaction rolls down my spine. I want to put her at ease.
“Nope, arrogant,” she corrects me playfully, and I’m overcome by the need to get her all to myself. I want to protect her. Cherish her. If she’ll let me. So I shoot my shot.
“Well then, why don’t you let me take you out for a drink so we can discuss a punishment for my naughty behavior?” I suggest, moving closer and flashing her my tried and tested smolder.
Something flashes behind her glowing blue eyes and her hands clench again, her fingernails leaving indents in her skin.
“You don’t even know my first name,” she breathes in a vulnerable tone.
