Mated To The Werewolf Calculus Teacher

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Gabriel

"Mr. Black," Selene greets me as I walk into the office. "I grabbed you a coffee this morning."

I give her a tight smile as I approach her desk. Her eyes quickly roam down my attire and I pretend not to notice as I reach for the much-needed caffeine. "Thank you, Ms. Fields."

"Just something a little something to keep me on your mind." She smirks, subtly catching her lower lip between her teeth.

I chuckle at her suggestive tone of voice. I punch in my code to clock into work before turning for the office door.

"Thank you again, Selene." I send her a warm smile over my shoulders and catch her eyes lingering on my ass. I almost laugh out loud at her surprised mortification. I push the door open and head to my classroom.

I'd have to keep Selene's "friendliness" in mind. She was as beautiful as she was obvious, and when Emmy finally rejects this matebond my mind will need something else to focus on. I would never be able to truly love anyone but Emmy. But last time I checked, love and sex were not mutually exclusive. I can only hope my sex drive won't be affected by the wolf's broken heart once Emmy's out of my life. I needed to call Cane and find out. I sipped the strong coffee as I turned into my classroom.

"Good morning, Class." I address my students as I take my place in front of the whiteboard. "Go ahead and pull out your homework." My eyes scan the class as I speak, "Today, we'll be covering com-"

The hot paper cup nearly slips from my hand when my eyes reach her. My hungry gaze roams over the skin-tight, long-sleeved cotton dress. I force my gaze from the deep V in the center, exposing soft, plump breasts the color of caramel-cream. I clear my throat, helplessly fascinated by the soft glow of her brown hair in the morning light, framing a face of natural beauty. The subtle glaze on her full, pink lips draws my attention like a magnet.

Emmy. Mine. The wolf calls.

Shit! I give my head a quick shake, struggling to remember what the hell I was talking about before the wolf took over.

With furrowed brows, she mouths the words, "Composite functions." I give her a slight nod of my head, thanking her for the save before addressing the class.

"Today, we'll be covering Composite Functions."

Class went by in a blur while I struggled, and failed, to keep my eyes off of Emmy. The whiteboard was my only solace. For most of the class, I kept my back to the students as I explained how to differentiate composite functions. As we approached the end of class I took a deep breath in a feeble attempt to calm my mind, my body, and the wolf. I turned to the class and called three students up to solve a few problems. The students were quick and capable, solving the equations without help but I couldn't keep my eyes from the furrowed brows of the brunette bombshell in the front row.

I knew that look. She was confused. Her eyes met mine, and once again I saw her fear. Fear that I would call her out in front of her classmates, that I would humiliate her. I hated myself in that moment. This intrepid goddess feared my ridicule, my judgment, and it was my own fault. I knew that would never hurt her again, that I never could. Seeing fear in her eyes, no matter how trivial, would never sit well with me now. As the selected students returned to their seats, I set my gaze on no one in particular and called out a question I rarely ask when teaching AP Calculus.

"Does anyone have any questions?"

Emmy's eyes lowered to her desk. She folded her arms beneath her chest, slightly elevating her luscious breast. I tore my gaze away before the wolf rendered me useless again. I knew before the question left my lips that her ego wouldn't allow her to ask any questions in front of a crowd. I let the question hang a moment longer before beginning my closing lecture.