“See you later, son.”
The smile on my face is real as I drive to school.
I feel good, for the first time in god knows how long. When I get to my first class of the day, that smile is back when I see a shiny red apple on my desk.
Every morning for the past week there’s been one waiting for me.
Picking it up, I give it a spin before taking a bite, the crisp juices feel cool against my tongue.
With something small in my stomach, I’m able to get through my day until lunch. By the time noon rolls around, I know I need to eat and get some caffeine. I was so distracted by having a good morning that I forgot my coffee. If I’m going to get through the rest of today, I’m gonna need it.
Stepping into the coffee shop, I’m hit by the strong smell of heaven. I love the smell of this place.
As I get in line, someone steps in front of me.
“Excuse me, there’s a?—”
A smirking Alaric stands before me, a cup in his hand.
“Here.” He hands it to me.
“What’s this?” I ask, looking the cup over then back up to him.
He lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re a college professor and you don’t know what coffee is?”
My eyes narrow. “I know what a fucking coffee is.” I roll my eyes. “What I want to know is why you are handing me one?”
He lifts a brow. “I think the phrase you're looking for is ‘thank you’.”
Stepping to the side and getting out of the way of the people behind me, I grab Alaric’s arm and pull him with me. Thecontact has goose bumps breaking out all over my body, a warm feeling filling my stomach.
“Thank you.” I clear my throat, snatching my hand back. “That was kind of you, Mr. Gable.”
Alaric narrows his eyes. “Really? We’re on a last name basis?”
I look around, aware of the fact that this place is filled with students and faculty. “When we’re on school campus, yes.”
He rolls his eyes, taking a step forward, but I take one back. “Alaric,” I warn.
His jaw ticks as he takes a step back. “Just take the damn coffee, Beckham,” he says. “Oh, my bad, Professor Kennedy.” He purrs the last part and my body flushes, liking the way my name rolls off his sinful tongue way too much.
Hold it together, Beckham.
Just because I’m on suppressants, it doesn’t dull my natural omega reactions.
I need to get out of here before I do something stupid, like launch myself at my alpha. Myalpha. My fucking alpha. This twenty one year old cocky brat is my alpha. And all I can think about right now is pushing him against the wall and ramming my tongue down his throat.
My eyes widen when he lets out a low rumbling growl. “Fucking hell, Omega.” His nostrils flare as his eyes darken. “I can fucking smell the honey and vanilla rolling off you in waves.”
“Fuck,” I curse. Not wanting to draw attention, I turn around to leave. I make it a few shops down before I duck behind the building.
Once I’m out of sight, I lean against the wall and take a few calming breaths. That's the first time I’ve been that close to any of my alphas in a week.
It’s like as soon as I felt him, his scent invading my nose, all I wanted to do was pull him into my arms, kiss and consume him.
I shove my shaking hand into my pocket and grab my pack of smokes. Just as I light it up and take a drag, letting out a deep contented sigh the cigarette is snatched from my hand.
“What the fuck is this?” Alaric growls, throwing the full smoke to the ground and crushing it with his foot.
