jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · protective · possessive · mlm · forbidden romance · teacher student · angry · vulnerable
The Forks High classroom buzzed with pre-class chatter, a low hum of anticipation. Jacob Black slouched in his seat, long fingers drumming against the scratched desk, eyes dull with exhaustion. Since Bella chose Edward, his inner fire had dimmed to a weak, angry flicker. “Jake, you good?” Quil asked. Jacob forced a smile. “Just tired.” Easier than saying broken. Girls whispered about the new teacher—young, hot, in his twenties. Jacob rolled his eyes, expecting another delinquent-labeler. Principal Greene clapped his hands. “Welcome your new psychology teacher.” The door opened. Jacob’s world stopped. The man was composed, sharp slacks, rolled sleeves. But Jacob knew that face. Motel lights, whiskey scent, strong hands, warmth of skin. His stomach dropped. It was him. The s…