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His Alpha by Rachelle Mills.

Tommies POV

The early morning dew still clings to the grass as I pull away from my apartment. It was the perfect location, close to the university, within walking distance. That was the big sell to my parents when I first came here. After four years I never thought I would leave, envisioning my life with him. Making my trips back to the pack less and less, and only when I know Tate would not there, prepping my parents slowly for the reality of me not returning to the territory I was born on.

Now that's all changed; rejection has a way of making you get back to your root, to find comfort in the known even though I have to go back and face my mate. I would rather face him than face my lover's new lover.

The lesser of two evils.

Hours of driving and thinking back, reminiscing about how it all started. I can't blame him; I blame myself for falling for him.

It's a conscious effort to not feel the top of my lip with my finger, the image of his mouth on mine, the way his stubble always tingles my upper lip.

Does he even know I'm leaving?

I guess I just outgrew him; his preference is for the young looking.

When I caught that glimpse of him from far away; I had to lean against the wall to catch myself from falling. He had someone else, you could tell by the way they were looking at each other. New love always has such a pure look to it.

Such a promise to it.

It was startling when I realized I was attracted to my professor. That small confession to myself was the catalyst that maybe I was slightly curious. He planted the seed in my head, how cunning of him. The way he would lean over me in lecture, his thigh brushing against my arm just enough for me to feel the heat of him. Nothing lingering, nothing substantial, just a quick brush of his body against mine, but to a wolf that has a different meaning.

It started out with just a touch, innocent enough. But isn't that how grooming starts out? All innocent.

The professor invited me for coffee and offered help with my assignments. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to find a teacher taking such interest in me. A freshman away from home for the first time, just eighteen, I didn't have any friends yet, in a way I think he understood this. He was becoming my friend, slowly creeping into my life. A predator studying his prey, learning its habits. I can see this now as I look back on it with a clear view of the past.

I remember our first kiss, the way his fingertip brushed the hair out of my eyes, back then I wore my hair long, rebellious. That second of knowing what he was going to do had me freezing up.

Sensing this, he stopped just a fraction away from my lips.

"Have you ever kissed a man?" His question to me had my heart racing, throat tightening. My lack of answer had him smiling like he just found an unopened treasure. He set the scene, his room, his bed, soft music playing I was ignoring my sense of logic, that this just wasn't right but I didn't stop it.

His breathing became deeper, eyes dilating closer to me. I told myself it's just a kiss, nothing more.

I can handle a kiss.

Hands on my waist bringing me closer to him, I had just a moment to gasp before his lips found mine. So soft at first, so intimate, he was making me feel special. The space between us growing smaller and smaller. I could only focus on his lips. I tried to pull my face away, but he held it between his hands. I felt as if he was drowning me in the sensation of him.

We made out as if he was a teenager again.

I tried to regain my ability to think, to reason with myself that this was just a kiss nothing more. I promised myself this goes no further

The truth was I liked to kiss, and I like to be kissed by a man, but I'm not gay I told myself.

He pushed me down on the bed, laying himself on top of me. Pressing himself into me, a small moan actually came out of my mouth. He was quick to capture it, moaning himself. Nothing but arms and legs entwined, hips falling love with each other.

The bed springs squeak in delight underneath the movement of our bodies. This was as far as I was willing to take this night, yet I was excited, harder that I have ever been before. He could feel it, knowing how to rub himself against me, how to build my own needs up wanting just a little more, taking me out of my comfort zone.

An expert playing with a juvenile.

That night he stunned me in a new way of thinking. An older man, charming, intellectual, dashing and oh so perverted.

I was his fantasy, as he started to become mine.

We made out for what seemed like an hour, our kissing becoming more and more. A deep hunger settled into me as if I had been starving for this my whole life. I felt his hand graze over top my jeans, feeling me up.

It was a light touch at first nothing too serious I thought to myself this is okay, it's just a touch, nothing more will happen. For some reason, I was drawn to him. Tentatively my hand wandered to his zipper, feeling how excited he was for me.

He was proud of what he had between his legs. A moan so deep came from his chest that I almost thought he was half wolf but I knew better, we don't have half breeds.

When his fingers expertly went to my zipper pulling it down, I hesitated, pulling away. Too much too soon I'm not like that.

He could tell, sense it from years of practice I was just too caught up in this to realize what was happening in the moment.

His lips refocus on my neck, teeth biting softly into my flesh that's the first time I have ever had teeth against my neck by anyone wolf or human and it was the most erotic feeling I've been exposed to.

When he once again met my lips with his, I opened my mouth slightly all on my own, letting his tongue slide in without prompting, that brought a smile to him.

I like that smile, I thought to myself, I want him to smile more.

Pulling himself away from me looking into my eyes he gave me the very first thank you.

Acknowledgment that I'm making him happy.

The night ending with me leaving his place in the late night hours with a smile on both our faces. Driving home, thinking this is okay as long as it doesn't go further than this, that I'm just slightly curious, nothing more.

My memory of him starts to fade as I crest the last mountain top having me seeing a canopy of green meeting the sea of blue, old-growth forest looking oppressive and stern the closer I get to my territory.

Turning off onto the hard pack gravel road, it twists and turns along the hillside. A warm breeze is coming in through the open window, bringing the scent of home, of cedar and pine and the subtle taste of him. The wolves already know I've arrived. The call goes up into the fading day, the howls are long and welcoming. How long has it been since I shifted into my nature? I have repressed that side of me for him. I couldn't let my secret out. The first rule never tells a human about us. That would have been instant death for him and myself.

For him, I was willing to subdue my beast.

The closet has a way of casting shadows on who you are. With him, he turned on my light and opened my door, only for me to closet my very nature.

It was a give and take.

I got so caught up in his world, his friends, his life that I comfortably forgot about mine.

It's old-world rules that I have to follow now.

Suffocating

Oppressive

Stifling

The path straightens out as I approach the pack house. I get to have my old bedroom back across from his.

This should be interesting.

I'm not the same little juvenile that went away, I'm a full grown Beta, but then again he isn't the awkward youth that I left behind. He's an Alpha, almost on the brink of claiming his birthright.

Remembering it like it was yesterday best friends he was my future Alpha, me his future Beta. Our destinies are written by the moon. The day came when we shifted into our fur, the both of us realize what we were to each other.

Our world shattered.

His words coming to my ears even now, clear as if he was sitting next to me in my truck.

"I'm not like that." He looked so devastated. My whole body mirrored his feelings.

"I'm not like that either." Spitting words out at him, refusing to look into his eyes.

I think both cried, not in each other's arms but alone in our rooms begging the moon to reconsider our paths. either of us wanted what she wanted.

We aren't gay.

Our families, our pack would crumble. An Alpha needs a female mate, an heir to carry on his bloodline.

From then on a bitterness resentment started to come between us. Where once we were constantly together, sidekicks united, we rarely remained in the same room together for too long. That bond does tricky things to you, makes you think things about the other male that you would never think about.

Decent thoughts turning into indecent desires.

The pull to him was so great that I decided to go away for school. An excuse to get away from him. It was better this way for the both of us. He has an obligation to fulfill and I have an obligation to let that happen.

Stopping the truck, the front door opens revealing a crowd of friends who have gathered for my homecoming.

Putting on my best smile, I open my truck door get out.

It's time for me to bend straight.