My Bisexual Mate

Chapter 2

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Today is a good morning.

I exit my car that's parked in the school parking lot and as usual, a lot of eyes are on me. Sort of became a cycle as it happens every morning I arrive at school.

Can someone become popular and not even know it or care?

No idea that they were?

I smile, not to anyone really before approaching the building trying to control my hair because the wind keeps upsetting it. When I arrive inside, two out of the many most important people jump on me screaming 'daddy' loudly which had other students looking at us weirdly and some not acknowledging us at all since they are used to it but either way it doesn't bother me.

The students are aware of how important these two are to me and even though some don't care, they still glare at them in disgust. In addition, everyone knows that they come first no matter the situation I am in, even if it's the one I like the most which is having sex.
I'd leave anyone or thing in a heartbeat.

"Hey, babies. How are you today?" I ask them as I always do every morning we meet up at the front entrance. They are so cute and short compared to my height which is 6'0 if not 6'1 by now. They have chubby cheeks that are easily tainted pink or red, no form of body muscles and they are just the cutest things walking on Goddess earth!

I lean down so they can both reach my cheek where they kiss it as I kiss their temple making them sigh before leaning into me happily "We are fine now." They both said together.

Please note 📝: They are sixteen-year-old omegas from the pack orphanage home which is different from the packhouse.

I brush stray blond hairs out of Bunnie's face and then hug them to my side each as we walk to class since the bell rang already. I walk them to their classes first which I do every morning, whenever we arrive at their class door it becomes a challenge because they cling to me like toddlers first day off to kindergarten. I have to tell them we'll see each other soon and then kiss their forehead and they always blush before entering class.

Sweet little things!

I jag to mine receiving a warning to not be late again which I nod to taking my seat in math. I watch my math teacher walk back and forth in the room. She does this every class, and we came to understand that she couldn't teach without doing it.
I knew the first time she walked into this class that learning was going to be a problem for a lot of us males. Lucky for me, I admit to myself that our math teacher is smoking hot with cherry red hair but blond tips, a fitted skirt, and a second-skin blouse with two buttons undone, shaped in all the right places.

I stare at her without hiding and I memorize all her curves, painting them on a blank canvas in my mind.

Acceptance is the first step to recovery, right?

I feel eyes drilling into me and I scan the room for the person staring so intensely that I am feeling it and turns out to be the Alpha son looking at me. I stare right back into his eyes and since he's not the actual Alpha, I stare unaffected.
Though even if he was the Alpha we would probably be fighting right now because I still wouldn't back down.

Respect is earned.

He narrows his eyes annoyed and I just smirk to provoke him only because it's more amusing than to further push what buttons he has left; I stick my tongue out and lick the air, but I believe he knows what I am gesturing to.
He scoffs shaking his head like a dog who got hit on its nose before looking away.