Page 57 of Rise of the Alpha

“Of course. But only if you feel comfortable talking to me.” He reaches out, putting his hand on my knee, giving a slight squeeze, and electricity shoots through me, causing me to jump in response.

I regain my composure quickly as he pulls his hand away, and I spend the next half hour spilling my soul to him. Telling him about my home life, the plans to mate me to the Alpha heir and his Betas, what happened over the weekend, Wylla and the guys. Everything. Finally ending with the note and call from Jeremiah. He listens intently to every word, never once interrupting me. Not until I let out a deep breath at the end, just before the river of tears begin to fall from my eyes.

He reaches out, using his fingers to wipe them away, and then embraces me in a hug that’s not normal for a teacher to do. It causes tingles of electricity to float along my skin, making my hair stand on end. Not in a ‘psychotic killer is after me’, or ‘my skeevy uncle is making a pass at me’, but more of an ‘I need more’ kind of feeling.

Releasing me, he leans back, then takes one of my hands in his. “I think your friend Wylla has given you some good advice. Listen to what this Jeremiah has to say, but keep your guard around him and don’t divulge too much information. Stay with your friends and be aware of your surroundings and who’s around you. Can I see your phone?” I pull my bag into my lap. Reaching inside, I rummage around until I find it and hand it to him. He takes it from me and begins typing away, then hands it back. “Now you have my number. If you need me, call me. Night or day. Do you understand?”

I nod my head yes as I slide it back into my bag.

“No, Magnolia, I need to hear your words.” His voice is deeper and more commanding, causing my center to pool with heat.

“Yes,” comes out with a breathy moan that has me embarrassed.

He grins at me. “Good girl, now go meet your friends. But remember, I’m here.”

I scurry from the room with a need between my legs, begging to be taken care of.

Garth

It took everything in me to not take her in my arms and claim her. To place my mate mark on her, warning everyone she belongs to me, one of the most powerful gargoyles. Not that anyone would know that, since we’ve kept our presence unknown. The majority of the supernatural world once believed us to be extinct except for the limited few we brought into our inner sanctum of confidence. But after a number of years, we decided to announce to the world that we will still exist, omitting that our numbers were greater than what they thought, wanting to maintain some level of anonymity.

I’d long given up hope of ever finding my mate. After six hundred and seventy years, I’d assumed she was a mythical unicorn, who by the way are also not extinct. Unknown to the masses, one enrolled in the school this year. She’s actually a hybrid, witch and unicorn, a witch-icorn if you will.

The first time I saw Magnolia in class, I knew right away that she was my mate. But I couldn’t understand why she didn’t feel it as well, but now knowing about this block on her, it makes perfect sense. I thought I was going crazy, that my gargoyle was as well, projecting a bond to a girl who wasn’t ours. I still don’t know if she feels the connection between us, the spark. I feel it every time I touch her. It’s why I try to do it at every opportunity.

My gargoyle pleads with me to tell her who we are, what we are to her, to claim and protect her from the pack she was born into. Thank goodness she managed to finagle a way to come to college here, or we would have never found her. I finally manage to appease my gargoyle that we will once she breaks the block, but until then, we need to keep it a secret. She’s already so overwhelmed with just knowing she has multiple mates and the new information about her pack, we don’t want her to have a breakdown. Our saving grace will be when the block is removed, and it comes to light I’m her mate. She will simply think she was masked from me as well.

Putting my number in her phone wasn’t my plan, nor was sending myself a text, so I would have hers, but I needed to be able to contact her. For her to be able to reach me if everything goes sideways and her pack comes for her. When she mentioned her desire to join the Stoneridge pack, as well as their Alpha heir claiming to be her mate, my fear for her safety lessened, not a lot but some. Blaine’s father and I have been friends since he was just a pup. He keeps the secret of my species not being extinct, and I’m ready to fight for him at his call. Blaine doesn’t remember me, nor his wolf I suspect, but I used to bounce them both on my knee when he was just a pup only a few days old. We knew he would be coming here one day, so I stopped visiting him when they were about three. My heart swelled with pride when I saw what an amazing young man he’s turned into.

Pulling out my phone, I texted my brethren, needing to update them on the change of events and the possible war coming to us. We need to call all the gargoyle clans and have them on alert. I fear the worst for my mate if the whispers are true that anyone who attempts to leave is met with a disastrous end.

I pray to the Goddess that this Jeremiah is true of heart and can be trusted. Otherwise, he will be food for our hounds. The scuffling of feet draws my attention to the gaggle of girls coming through the door. Their need to sit in the front and flirt, like I would ever want anything to do with them, is revolting, especially when I have my mate so close.

Wylla

LoungingonJude’sbed,we all get comfortable before we start this meeting he demanded we have in regard to Magz. Once all of us are seated and ready, Jude looks at me. “I officially call the meeting about Magz to order. Rainbow Sprite, the floor is yours.” I glare at him because what the fuck? He called the meeting and insisted we get our asses here, but now it’s up to me to lead it.Fucking sex demon.

“Actually, I lied, let me tell them about the night Maggie came home. Prepare yourself, Wylla girl, they’re going to be jealous as hell.” He wags his brows at me. I throw a pillow at him, and he catches it, cackling before opening his mouth again to speak. “Well, boys, I got a taste of our girl and her friend here.”

“The fuck does that mean?” Zeke yells.

A deep, menacing growl comes from Blaine’s chest. Goddess above, his wolf is pissed. Jude is going to be lucky if he leaves here with all his limbs still attached.

“Yes, Jude, what the fuck does that mean?” he manages to grit out between his clenched teeth.

“It means that I went to see Maggie, and when I knocked, the little witch here was naked and so was Maggie. I entered the room and asked if I should stay or go, and Maggie said stay, so I joined them. Oh, goddess above, my friends, Wylla taught, no more like showed Maggie, how to suck a dick. Let’s just say Rainbow Sprite would have a gold medal if cock sucking were an Olympic sport. And well, she’s a damn fine teacher too, and my little Maggie, she’s a prize pupil. They worked me together with their mouths, and hot damn, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” He reaches down and adjusts himself. “Then a little situation presented itself when I came on them. They laughed at me, so I had them on the bed side by side and tasted each of their sweet pussies before Wylla rode my fingers like the pony express and Maggie girl took my tail like a champion. Don’t worry, Blainey boy, I made sure to keep her hymen intact.” His eyes are full of lust. I’m pretty sure he’s fueling himself just thinking about the other night.

“You’re telling us that you and you played together, and Magnolia was there and enjoyed it?” Zeke asks.

“Yup,” Jude replies, popping the p.

“Wylla, you were okay with being with Jude and Magnolia at the same time as well?” Blaine asks, his teeth still clenched, as if he is fighting back what he really wants to say.

“Yeah, I have a pull to each of you. Nothing as strong as Magz and me, but my guess is that Magz will be the center of our group, and we will all be mated to each other through her. Like brother mates, but I have a vagina.”

“I’m not fucking either one of these shitheads. No way, no how. I’ll watch, but no way could I let one of them fuck me. We’ve been brothers for too long,” Zeke says, looking at his friends with horror written all over his face.

Cackling, I curl onto my side, holding my stomach. “Not mated to them in that sense. I mean like mate brothers, as in our life forces will all be connected. If my suspicions are correct, we will be able to communicate and feel each other the same as if we were all actually mated, just some of us without the sex and mate marks.”

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