Shifter Romance: Pursued by Two Alpha Wolves (Paranormal Romance New Adult Shapeshifter Romance Threesome Short Stories Alpha) by Christy Torres
Authors: Christy Torres
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Giselle was looking forward to her trip to Rocky Mountain National Park. It was the end of her school year as a Biology teacher at Carbondale High School, and her friends from California were coming out for the week to visit. Giselle had been to the park before, so she had some familiarity with the area, but this would be her first time actually camping in the park. She was excited to see Carla and Jasmine, and wanted to ensure that they all had a great time.
On the last day of school, Giselle’s principal, Mr. Riley, asked her if she could come in to help store some of the text books for the summer. Giselle wasn’t thrilled with the request, but felt obligated because the school had suffered so many budget cuts, she knew that Mr. Riley needed the help. She agreed to stay after, and was assigned the seventh grade classroom to haul and shelve over fifty science text books and forty algebra books.
As she was stacking the last of the books and rolling them on a cart to the storage closet, Giselle noticed someone standing in the hallway. It looked like a parent of one of her students, but she couldn’t be sure from where she was standing. She pushed the cart along, and as she got closer noticed that it was Richard Thompson’s mother. Richard was one of the boys in her Biology class who struggled with his assignments, and squeezed by graduation with a C minus. Giselle wondered what she was doing at the school.
“Ms. Walker,” said Mrs. Thompson. “I’m sorry to bother you. I know you teachers are all busy with it being the last day of school. But I have a favor to ask. Can you call me later? You know, whenever you get finished here?” she asked. Giselle could hear the desperation in Mrs. Thompson’s voice. She knew that something must be going on with Richard, it was probably not very good.
“Sure, Mrs. Thompson. I’ll be finished here around two. Is your number the same? I have it on my contact card,” said Giselle, tucking a long blond strand of hair behind one ear.
“Yes. We still live at the same address and have the same phone number, Ms. Walker. I hope it’s not too much trouble for you,” Mrs. Thompson wrung her hands a few times. “I’ll tell you everything when you call,” she forced out a smile. “Bye now,” she said, and then turned around and walked back down the dimly lit hallway.
Giselle stood in silence for a few moments before returning to the classroom. Richard had been plagued with a string of unfortunate events during his last year. His father had been incarcerated last summer, and his oldest sister had been killed in a house fire only two months later. Mrs. Thompson had three other kids, all of whom had varying degrees of problems due to the recent events. Richard had always been a good kid. He worked hard in her class, and sometimes stayed after school to receive extra help on assignments.
“How’s it going in here?” Mr. Riley popped his head in the classroom. Giselle was standing wither hands on her hips, trying to process Mrs. Thomas’s meting, and also trying to map out where to move the rest of the books. She was feeling increasingly grouchy and hungry.
“Going great,” Giselle smiled. “I got all of the algebra books stacked, and now I’m just trying to make room for the rest of these,” she motioned toward a large pile of textbooks on the floor. “The storage room is getting packed,” she added, then rubbed off some dust that had collected on her jeans. “In fact, I was going to suggest that maybe you pick another room to put these, if you don’t want these to fall on you when you open the door to that room,” she laughed. Mr. Riley looked thoughtful for a moment.
“How about the basement?” he perked up and looked proud at his solution. Giselle looked at him like he was crazy.
“Mr. Riley,” she said. “The basement?”
“Sure. Why not?” he asked. I’ll have Jack
On the last day of school, Giselle’s principal, Mr. Riley, asked her if she could come in to help store some of the text books for the summer. Giselle wasn’t thrilled with the request, but felt obligated because the school had suffered so many budget cuts, she knew that Mr. Riley needed the help. She agreed to stay after, and was assigned the seventh grade classroom to haul and shelve over fifty science text books and forty algebra books.
As she was stacking the last of the books and rolling them on a cart to the storage closet, Giselle noticed someone standing in the hallway. It looked like a parent of one of her students, but she couldn’t be sure from where she was standing. She pushed the cart along, and as she got closer noticed that it was Richard Thompson’s mother. Richard was one of the boys in her Biology class who struggled with his assignments, and squeezed by graduation with a C minus. Giselle wondered what she was doing at the school.
“Ms. Walker,” said Mrs. Thompson. “I’m sorry to bother you. I know you teachers are all busy with it being the last day of school. But I have a favor to ask. Can you call me later? You know, whenever you get finished here?” she asked. Giselle could hear the desperation in Mrs. Thompson’s voice. She knew that something must be going on with Richard, it was probably not very good.
“Sure, Mrs. Thompson. I’ll be finished here around two. Is your number the same? I have it on my contact card,” said Giselle, tucking a long blond strand of hair behind one ear.
“Yes. We still live at the same address and have the same phone number, Ms. Walker. I hope it’s not too much trouble for you,” Mrs. Thompson wrung her hands a few times. “I’ll tell you everything when you call,” she forced out a smile. “Bye now,” she said, and then turned around and walked back down the dimly lit hallway.
Giselle stood in silence for a few moments before returning to the classroom. Richard had been plagued with a string of unfortunate events during his last year. His father had been incarcerated last summer, and his oldest sister had been killed in a house fire only two months later. Mrs. Thompson had three other kids, all of whom had varying degrees of problems due to the recent events. Richard had always been a good kid. He worked hard in her class, and sometimes stayed after school to receive extra help on assignments.
“How’s it going in here?” Mr. Riley popped his head in the classroom. Giselle was standing wither hands on her hips, trying to process Mrs. Thomas’s meting, and also trying to map out where to move the rest of the books. She was feeling increasingly grouchy and hungry.
“Going great,” Giselle smiled. “I got all of the algebra books stacked, and now I’m just trying to make room for the rest of these,” she motioned toward a large pile of textbooks on the floor. “The storage room is getting packed,” she added, then rubbed off some dust that had collected on her jeans. “In fact, I was going to suggest that maybe you pick another room to put these, if you don’t want these to fall on you when you open the door to that room,” she laughed. Mr. Riley looked thoughtful for a moment.
“How about the basement?” he perked up and looked proud at his solution. Giselle looked at him like he was crazy.
“Mr. Riley,” she said. “The basement?”
“Sure. Why not?” he asked. I’ll have Jack
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