Werewolf Romance Bundle
Table of Contents
Book One: A Teacher’s Turmoil
Book Two: A Teacher’s Terror
Book Three: A Teacher’s Triumph
Book One: A Teacher’s Turmoil
Chapter One
Collecting my student’s test papers, I headed out to my car. Small flurries of snow had begun to fall, so I was eager to get home before it grew worse. The college had long since closed but I had had lots of things to finish before I could leave for the day. Revving the car’s engine, I steered out of the car park and onto the street.
Once I arrived home, I was surprised to see my husband’s motorbike already in the driveway. Wayne was meant to be working away on a building project with the company that employed him. Puzzled, I headed inside.
“Wayne,” I called as I hung my coat.
There was no reply. Opening the kitchen door, Wayne was sat at the breakfast bar with a bottle of beer before him. He looked at me with a grim expression as I kissed him lightly on the cheek.
“How come you’re home love?” I asked as I poured myself a coffee from the pot that was bubbling away on the counter.
“I got fired,” Wayne replied gruffly.
“What? Why?”
“That stupid idiot foreman Stan. Saying that I was slacking on the job and making too many mistakes. More like it was that new lad he hired. Stan’s nephew I’ve since found out. Yet I was the one blamed,” Wayne spat.
“Surely you could have a word with Frank, he’s the main boss,” I suggested.
“Oh I spoke to him. He’s just as bad as Stan. Telling me that my attitude was no longer acceptable. I’ve worked for that place for three years, and what thanks do I get.”
“I’m sorry love. I’m sure once things calm down they will change their minds,” I said as I patted his hand to console him.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want to work with idiots like them. If they can’t tell the difference between someone with experience and some jumped up rookie, then they can stuff their job!” Wayne roared angrily.
I rolled my eyes in despair. Wayne had such a temper sometimes, always insisting that he was right. Rarely did he consider things from another person’s point of view. Even though he hadn’t told me as much, I could imagine the argument that he would have had with his employers.
Wayne’s stool scraped across the tiled floor as he got up. Opening the refrigerator door and pulling out another bottle. He gulped at his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and belching loudly.
People were amazed when I married Wayne two years ago, especially my best friend Sarah. The pair of them really didn’t get along, Sarah was merely polite to him for my sake. She though he was rude and arrogant, while he thought that she was a snob as her family had money.
Although Wayne was not the sort of man I was usually attracted to, when we had met I had found him exciting. His long brown hair had been tied back into a loose ponytail. The leather jacket he wore was faded, showing many years of wear. Wayne had approached me in a bar where I was waiting for a date, offering to buy me a drink. I had politely refused as the man I was meeting had just arrived.
Yet for the rest of the evening I couldn’t stop thinking about the good-looking man who remained seated at the bar. Feeling his eyes upon me as I tried to make conversation with my date. As I had been leaving, the man had stood and crossed the floor to halt me. Even though my date was still stood beside me, he had brazenly given me his number.
I had deliberated for days afterward before finally calling him. Since then, we had fallen into a relationship. Wayne had treat me well, often taking me out on the back of his bike. He was a breath of fresh air compared to other men I had dated. So I readily accepted when he proposed. Though I did still find him physically attractive, I did despair sometimes.
I longed to be able to dine at fancy restaurants, but Wayne wouldn’t hear of it. Saying that they were only filled with people who had more money than sense. That he didn’t want them looking down their noses and judging him. So, I simply accepted that we would never eat at such places.
It also pained me that Wayne didn’t try harder with Sarah. We had been best friends since school, and were now more like sisters. Yet he insisted on leaving as soon as she came to visit. Preferring to go out for a ride rather than actually spending some time getting to know her. I had tried to talk to him about it, but Wayne simply brushed aside anything that I said. Getting angry if I pushed the subject too far.
Though Wayne had never hit me, his anger did worry me sometimes. He was so unpredictable. It was a side to him that he had kept hidden while we were dating. I certainly would have been more cautious about marrying him if I had known. All I did was try to de-fuse any situation that I thought may lead to him losing his temper. It wasn’t always easy to simply let him win every argument, but sometimes it was the only answer.
As Wayne headed into the lounge with yet another beer in his hand, I sighed heavily. I hoped he could find a new job soon. Not only did we need the money, I knew that he would get frustrated being at home all day. Which in turn would not help our marriage. Pushing my worries to one side, I began to prepare our dinner.
Chapter Two
Snow fell heavily throughout the night, making the houses and gardens look as if they belonged upon a Christmas card. Due to the weather the college was closed, so I settled at the dining table to mark the test papers I had brought home the day before. Wayne was in the lounge, slumped in front of the television.
We had barely spoken the previous night. When I had tried to begin a conversation, Wayne had merely grunted his replies. So I had finally given up trying. Leaving him to drink himself into a stupor. Heading to bed alone as he snored on the couch.
The sound of the phone pierced the silence in the room, causing me to jump from my seat to answer it. I smiled as I heard Sarah’s voice on the other end of the line. It was a relief to hear from her with the atmosphere at home at the moment.
“Hi Amy. How are you enjoying the snow,” Sarah laughed.
“Oh fine. Glad I didn’t have to try and get to college though,” I smiled.
“Has Wayne been sent back from his job too?”
As I began to tell her about Wayne being sacked, I knew that Sarah would be annoyed. Though her parents were wealthy, she still insisted on working as an accountant. She may not have needed the salary, but she enjoyed her career and took it very seriously. Sarah knew how much Wayne and I struggled financially, and how I worried about things. She had often offered to help but I had never accepted anything from her.
“Is he out looking for a new job then?” Sarah asked.
“No, he’s in the lounge. There won’t be any foremen on sites in this snow anyway,” I reasoned.
“He could at least be ringing companies.”
I knew that Sarah was right, but I hadn’t wanted to cause an argument by suggesting it. All I could do was hope that after a couple of days Wayne would get motivated enough to begin searching, otherwise I wasn’t sure what we would do.
After arranging to meet Sarah for dinner the next evening I replaced the receiver. Jumping as I saw Wayne in the doorway watching me, a strange expression on his face. I gave him a small smile, wondering what was wrong.
“Was that your posh friend that you were gossiping to about me?” he snarled.
“Sarah just asked if you were home because of the snow. I didn’t realize your situation was a secret,” I replied nervously.
“Bet she was loving it. The d
own and out loses his job, and can’t provide for her precious best friend.”
“Wayne don’t be like that. Sarah was concerned that’s all. I wish you would try and get along with her. Anyway, I’m sure you won’t be out of work long.”
I reached out to touch his arm lightly, but Wayne simply pulled away. Storming from the room and slamming the lounge door behind him. I flinched from the sound. I hated it when Wayne was like this. I felt as if I was treading on egg-shells, desperate not to upset him any further.
Gazing out of the kitchen window I longed for things to return to how they had been when Wayne and I had first met. I did love him, but this was really no way to live. Always in fear of what he may do next. The pressures of work and running the house over-shadowing what should be the happiest time of our lives.
Shaking my head, I gathered up the papers from the table and slid them into my briefcase. I was no longer in the mood for marking. Heading upstairs I began to run a bath, pouring in bubbles for a relaxing soak. Once it was ready I undressed and stepped into the warm water. Resting my head back, I closed my eyes.
Hearing the door open a few minutes later, my eyes flickered open. Wayne was stood over me, an apologetic look on his face. Crouching at the side of the bath he took my hand, kissing it tenderly.
“I’m sorry Amy. I shouldn’t take my mood out on you,” he said quietly.
Seeing the sadness that was lurking in his deep brown eyes, my heart melted. Flashing him a large smile, I accepted the kiss that he gave me. His lips pressing hard against my own. I could never stay angry with Wayne. Not matter how cruel his words could be sometimes.
Before I could speak, Wayne began to caress my naked breasts. Pulling at my hardened nipples while kissing my neck. His hand slipped under the suds, finding my shaven mound and inserting a couple of fingers. I gasped as my excitement grew, clutching the side of the tub.
I met his kisses feverously, feeling kinky as the bubbles began to disperse to reveal my nakedness. The warm water lapping against me as I writhed with desire. Wayne began tugging at the joggers that he wore, allowing his hard member to fall free. I reached over to take it in my hand, groaning as I felt it pulsating readily.
Pulling me into a standing position, Wayne moved his mouth between my legs. Opening them slightly so that he could insert his tongue into my warmth. My whole body began to tremble as every nerve tingled within me. As I began to struggle to remain standing, Wayne scooped me into his arms.
With his lips pressed against mine, Wayne carried me to our bed. The sheets felt cool against my skin as he lay me down. Lowering himself down to lay upon me, I could feel Wayne’s hardness against my thigh. I arched my back, showing my eagerness to feel him inside me.
Slowly he slid into me as I tightened myself around him. My loins immediately dampening with excitement. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I welcomed his tender kisses. His tongue searching for mine as our pace quickened. Our breath’s becoming laboured as our climax neared.
Wayne stretched upwards as his warm sperm began to fill me. My own juices mingling with his. I clung to his strong arms, my nails digging in lightly as I threw back my head. Our cries of ecstasy filling the room as we fell back, panting heavily.
“Now I need a drink!” Wayne smiled, putting his legs over the side of the bed.
After pulling on his joggers, Wayne left the room. I could hear him opening the refrigerator door. The sound of a bottle top popping as he helped himself to another beer.
I sighed heavily as I pulled on my satin robe. Months ago, Wayne never would have left the bed so quickly. We used to cuddle for a while after we made love. Sometimes hopping the shower together afterward. To then usually end up back in bed as the steam for each other mounted along with that in the room. Now there was nothing. Once he was spent, Wayne now either left the room. Or turned on his side, soon snoring as he slept.
Often he had made me feel worthless. As if the only reason I was in Wayne’s life was to provide him with sex whenever he wanted. No longer was there that first feeling of being treat like a princess. Now it was more like being a whore.
Taking the stairs, I found Wayne in the kitchen. I took the glass of wine that he had poured for me. Giving a small smile I followed him into the lounge, settling beside him on the couch as Wayne flicked on the television.
Chapter Three
The main roads had been cleared by the following morning. So I dressed and gathered my things for work. Leaving Wayne snoring under the covers, I locked the door behind me quietly. Driving cautiously through the streets, I was relieved once I had pulled into my slot in the staff car-park.
Opening the door to the staff room, the noise was deafening. My colleagues were huddled together, mugs of coffee in hand. They were surrounding a tall dark haired man who was stood in the corner. Curiously I headed over, placing my things onto one of the armchairs.
“Hey Amy, you’re here!” Mr Cooper declared cheerfully.
Smiling at the Head, I poured myself a coffee. Glancing at the stranger from below lidded eyes. Although he was dressed in a deep blue suit, I could see how the material stretched against his large muscles. The shade of his clothes enhancing the sapphire blue of his eyes.
“This is Ryan Schofield. He’s joining our History department,” Mr Cooper introduced.
As Ryan took my hand lightly, I felt as if a spark had shot through my entire being. He gazed at me intensely as he flashed me a dazzling smile, showing a small dimple in his left cheek. I returned his smile shyly, feeling my cheeks grow hot. Hoping that no one else would notice my reaction.
Following our introduction, I distracted myself from Ryan by pretending to need to speak to another colleague. Excusing myself, I began to speak with Mrs Harper. She looked at me a little puzzled as I struggled to think of what to say. Still feeling Ryan’s eyes upon me even though I had turned my back to him.
Arriving at class, my students fell silent and sat down as I entered the room. I noticed that there were a few empty seats, although this was no surprize considering the weather. Beginning my lecture, I tried hard to concentrate. Ryan’s handsome face still flashing before my eyes.
At the end of the day, I was stunned to find Ryan leaning against the hood of my car. He was wearing black leathers, a helmet dangling from his hand. I approached him cautiously, wondering what he could possible want me for. Smiling as I drew closer, I tried to appear casual. Although inside my heart was pounding.
“Amy, hello again,” Ryan greeted me.
“Hi,” I whispered in reply.
“I just wanted to say thank you for this morning,” he began as I unlocked the car door.
“Thank me for what?” I asked as I turned back to face him.
“You were the only one today who hasn’t quizzed me,” Ryan laughed softly.
My brow furrowed as I looked up at him. Unable to stop myself from admiring his rugged features and strong jaw.
“Questions about where I have come from, where I live, am I married, do I have a family. I’m sure you know what I mean,” he explained.
“Oh I see. Well, people are curious by nature,” I smiled.
“All I can say is that I am grateful that you didn’t do the same,” Ryan finished.
Before I could speak, Ryan had taken my hand and kissed it gently. His eyes never leaving mine as he did so. Without another word, he simply strode over to a motorbike that was stood nearby. Pulling his helmet over his head, he began to pull on a pair of leather gloves. With a kick of his heel the engine revved into action, and I stood in wonder as I watched Ryan ride away.
Even by the time I reached home, the thought of Ryan hadn’t left my mind. It seemed such a strange thing to thank someone for. For not being curious, that simply made him more mysterious to me. The way that he had kissed my hand before leaving had also been a shock. I could still feel the sensation of his lips against my skin.
Wayne waved as I called through to him in the lounge. There in his usual chair, a bottle of beer i
n hand. Engrossed in a sports programme that was on the large screen upon the wall. Shaking my head, I hung my coat and went into the kitchen.
After gulping down a glass of chilled orange, I took the stairs. I would be meeting Sarah soon as was keen to get ready. We had arranged to have an early dinner when we had spoken on the phone the day before.
“As it’s a school night,” Sarah had laughed.
I was looking forward to a meal at my favourite restaurant. Luigi’s served the best Italian food in the whole Town. Although I had invited Wayne to join us, he bluntly refused as expected. Secretly I was pleased, knowing that there would have been a strained atmosphere if he had agreed to come.
Towelling myself dry after a hot shower, I browsed through my closet for something to wear. Finally opting for a deep red dress with black heels and matching purse. Once I was ready, I called a cab. Waiting by the window in the lounge, pulling back the curtain slightly so that I would see it arrive.
“Have fun on your little girls night out then,” Wayne slurred.
I remained silent, not wanting to fuel an argument just before leaving.
“Going out and making your old man cook his own dinner. My mother wouldn’t have dared do that to my Dad,” he continued nastily.
“There is a curry in the freezer for you. All you need do is put it into the oven to heat. I made it for you few nights ago love,” I said quietly.
With a grunt, Wayne fell silent. I was relieved when I saw the headlights of the cab at the end of the drive. Kissing Wayne briefly on the cheek, I rushed from the house. The chill of the winter’s air catching my breath slightly as I opened the cab door and climbed inside.
Sarah was already at the restaurant waiting for me. Giving me an enthusiastic wave as I handed my coat to Andre the Maître D. I joined her in the bar area, taking the glass of wine that she passed me as I sat down.
“There’s a 40th Birthday party here at the moment. I wasn’t sure when I rang for reservations if we could get a table. But you know Andre, he just can’t resist me,” Sarah said lavishly with a wave of her hand.
Werewolf Romance: A Teacher's Turmoil (Paranormal Romance 3 Book Bundle) Page 1
