The Alpha's Omega Student

My eyes met his with a spark of heat. In them a churning look of indiscernible emotion that for some reason made my heart flutter and my stomach drop. I felt like prey that had just been caught. But there was no violence in his eyes, in fact he looked just as startled as I.

Had he felt the same thing I did? That prickling sense of primal intuition?

I found myself unnervingly aware of him, his strength, his presence, the heat of him just inches from me. If he shifted forward just one step, his chest would touch mine and we would be pressed into the door of his office.

But neither of us dared move, we stood like that for what seemed like hours but was most likely only a few seconds. Finally he spoke.

"I'm serious, Claire," He said, his voice almost strangled, husky when he said my name, "Whatever you need, any time. Just call me, or come to my office. I want to help you."

Slowly, I regained the strength to move, gently pulling my wrist away from his grasp. He seemed to hesitate before finally releasing me. I stepped back, pressing against the wood door and separating myself from the suffocating heat of him. I couldn't say a thing, but when I finally freed my eyes from his, that was all the momentum I needed to turn and slip out the door.

This time, Professor Ellison didn't stop me, but I could feel the burning warmth of his gaze as I rushed down the hall. What the hell had just happened?