Page 10 of Broken Alpha

“Rare, I know.”

I gave him a small smile that I knew didn’t reach my eyes. He stared at me; the unreadable expression on his face from earlier was replaced with surprise and wonder. It was strange. Of the roughly thirty-two billion Omegas out there, around ten billion are male. One in twenty thousand are dominants. I just had to draw the short straw in both instances, so most didn’t believe me when I told them my true designation, especially since I was born to Beta parents. Yet, here Mr. Ellis stood, looking at me as if I were something akin to a miracle.

“Did the jacket help?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Uh. Yeah. At least, I think it did. It was bearable toward the end, so thank you for that. And thank you for taking me to the nurse's office. I just wanted to return your jacket; sorry for keeping it so long.”

I turned around, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment at how awkward I was and desires flooding my brain.

“The forest.”

“What?” I turned around to look at him, my hand still on the door handle. He pushed off from his desk, moving toward me, and my lungs held their breath while my heart picked up speed.

“When I was a teen, my family took a trip to the Pacific Northwest, and we hiked through Mount Rainier National Park. My father planned it during our spring vacation, so it was cold and damp. I returned a few years later on my own in the summer. You smell like the pine trees and earth during those summer days. But when you’re in heat, that scent is harsher, stronger, like those days in spring.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Why was I apologizing for the scent my pheromones gave off? I can’t control that! Mr. Ellis stopped in front of me, his eyes fixated on mine. My heart pounded against my chest, and my breathing picked up as I lowered my gaze. He slowly slid his hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. He leaned in, and I squinted my eyes closed. Jesus fuck, what was happening?!

“It’s the most beautiful scent in the world,” he said softly.

He pulled away, and a sense of disappointment washed over me. It was as if he wasn’t even aware of how he was affecting me right now; he reached over and grabbed the bag with his jacket, pushing it against my chest until I grabbed it.

“Keep the jacket. Especially if it’s a comfort to you.”

Aidyn

“Was Mr. Ellis not in his office?” Erik asked as I sat beside him, putting the Starbucks bag between us, his voice cutting through the fog of my thoughts.

“Huh?” I asked, distracted as the devil himself entered the classroom and placed his bag on his podium. “Oh…no. He was busy; I’ll have to do it after class.”

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed; maybe it was too soon for you to return to class. I can skip—”

“No, no. I’m fine. Really.”

I took my laptop out of my bag and gave him a slight smile. I opened my document of notes for this class like I always did, yetI found that I couldn’t focus on a single thing he was saying, my thoughts scattered and still in Mr. Ellis’ office. My Omega didn’t know what to make of the situation that took place in Mr. Ellis’ office only a few moments ago, and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head that he had almost kissed me. Would his lips be soft? Would they taste like honey to go along with that beautiful tea scent of his? I wonder if his beard would be prickly and how it would feel against my — Jesus fucking Christ, what was wrong with me? Getting a hard-on in a classroom full of Alphas being taught by an Alpha—who I wanted to do unspeakable things to me—was not a good idea. The neutralizer could only do so much.

Despite my thoughts keeping me trapped in a never-ending torturous loop, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the Alpha from the debate last week, James Forester, was glaring at me as if trying to get my attention. When I would turn my gaze to glare back, he would immediately look away, and I would find Mr. Ellis staring at me. At the end of class, Mr. Ellis left quickly, refusing to look at me before he disappeared into the crowd of students. A low growl emanated from my throat, turning a few heads as I shoved my laptop and the jacket into my bag. My Omega didn’t like this one bit. How dare he ignore us! I sprinted out of my seat without saying a word to Erik and practically ran down the stairs, searching for Mr. Ellis. I spotted him as he was headed for the back rooms where his office was, and a sense of déjà vu washed over me. Catching up to him as he entered his office, I pushed the door wider for me to enter, a look of surprise on his face. Apparently, that’s his only expression when I’m around, and I want to challenge him to make others.

“Mr. Keller, what are you—”

I dropped my items at the door to his office, and my feet carried me to him, pressing my body against his front and pressing my lips firmly to his as if my whole being craved him. My Omega purred inside me with happiness and bliss but wasimmediately replaced with anger and rejection when Mr. Ellis pushed me away from him. A battle of emotions waged war across his features before one side lost, and he launched himself, taking my face into his hands and kissing me as if he would starve without me.

I wasn’t aware we had moved until l was pressed against the door of his office, a hand on my hip as he held me in place, pulling me against the front of his body. His warmth seeped into my flesh as his citrus honey scent enveloped my senses, my pheromones rising to greet his, tangling together to drive us both to the edge.

Panting, he broke from our kiss, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath creating a fog across my glasses that were slightly askew from our passion. I leaned forward, trying to capture his mouth again, but he only shook his head, pulling away, looking at me with desire and a sense of longing.

“If you don’t want this, tell me now, and I’ll walk out of here with an apology,” I said, my gaze moving from his eyes back to his red tinted lips.

“We can’t. Teachers can’t be with their students,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over my lips and crossing my cheek to cup the side of my face.

“Then we don’t tell anyone.”

He gave a low chuckle. “Your pheromones are drowning me, little fawn. They will know.”

“Then we just invest in de-scenter.”

In the back of my mind, a nagging voice tried to remind me that this was wrong. He was my teacher, I was his student. There were rules against this, and the relationship was unethical, say nothing of the fact that I practically forced myself onto him. But I drowned out the voice by swallowing his half-hearted chuckle in another kiss, my hips acting on their own as they thrust forward, feeling how eager and happy he was to be here with me.A moan escaped him, and he pushed with me, grinding into my own length.

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