TAMING THE ALPHA STREET RACER

LYSANROS' POV

When life throws you a shot at redemption, you don’t waste time asking why. You take it without hesitation before it fucking disappears like every other thing.

That’s what this was supposed to be.

My shot at living again, not for anyone else, but for me… ME.

Teaching wasn’t part of the plan. Living among humans is just collateral. The only choice I had left. I’ve spent decades avoiding places like this. And the years after, building up my life to fit in. Degrees and certifications, a condo with white walls, a few human flings here and there. When it's a full moon, it’s very hard to keep my desires and urges to mate on the low. And without a wolf mate that could endure my urges till morning, I take to bed more than one human woman at once, rotating the shift till my wolf is satisfied by morning.

Living with a double identity had just been so easy. Suits in the day and leather jackets with a helmet on race nights.

It was going fine, until last night. When my wolf sensed our mate in the crowd, and went feral with want, chanting in my head for her. “Mate, mate, mate.”

Bastard wouldn’t shut up.

For a human girl.

How pathetic?

The Moon Goddess must’ve been mocking me. I never even imagined a second-chance mate after Catherine, let alone one who was human. After everything I’d lost, after how brutally the Ashridge Pack cast me out, she sent me this.

A reminder of the failure I had been to my pack. I told myself I would reject her on the spot, but she’d taken a swig of my liquor, too strong a mixture for a mere human like her, and then came at me without restraint.

And my control burned to cinders.

I dragged her into the backseat, fingers thrusting deep, her pussy soaked, squelching, pussy juice and saliva dripping down my chin.

She came on my tongue, trembling, moaning, grinding against my face like she’d been starved.

I didn’t mark her… yet.

I didn’t fuck her… yet.

I tell myself that is the last time I’ll see her, my wolf, Valek, counters.

Now I’m at my new job, halfway through my first lecture, when I feel her.

Even before she comes into view. Walking down the hallway and Valek starts prancing like a fucking pup again, “Mine, Mine, Mine!”

I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches.

And then she shoves the door open.

She freezes.

Fuck, I freeze.

The scent of her fills the room so intensely I feel the blood rush to my cock.

I clench my fists, breathing in through my nose. I don’t do this. I don’t lose control.

She’s late.

Fucking late.

And bold enough to shove the door open as well.

I squint at her, “Nice of you to join us, Miss...”

She hesitates, “R-Riven.”

“Surname?”

“Coll.”

A grin stretches my lips. “You’re an hour late to my first class. Do you have a medical emergency you’d like to share with the room?”

Silence.

“Car trouble? Brain damage? Poor time management?”

A few heads turn.

A snicker breaks out in the back.

I let it hang.

Of course, I know why she’s late.

My dick is throbbing behind the podium and I’m clenching hard at the edges now, Valek isn’t making this any easier.

“You’re the one who licked her clean, not me,” he growls low. “Let me out. Let me scent her again—”

Shut the fuck up.

“Make me.”

I will. I’ll cage you so deep you’ll forget what air tastes like.

He snarls inside me, dragging claws down the inside of my ribs, pacing endlessly. He wants me to have her again. He wants her on all fours this time, not just a taste, he wants to mark her.

I grind my molars and force my voice level.

“Find a seat,” I snap at her.

She hesitates.

The class is silent.

Then she turns and starts up the steps toward the back.

No.

“Front row.”

She stops mid-step. Looks over her shoulder like she’s not sure she heard right. Her lips part.

“I said front.”

She turns, walks down slowly, her fingers trembling as she clutches her bag. Her face is pale, but her eyes—fuck, those cobalt blue eyes are glassing up.

Good.

She sits.

I don’t give her time to breathe.

“See me after the class.”