How to Train Your Alpha (Bangers & Mash #1) Read Online MM Farmer

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bangers & Mash Series by MM Farmer

Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)

It’s time for the teacher’s pet to get a sizzling lesson on how to take an omega through heat…

I wasn’t looking forward to wasting a weekend at the Bangers & Mash compound, sitting through Emergency Support Alpha training when I had no interest in actually becoming an ESA, but from the moment the course instructor, Phillip Mash, walked into the room, my alpha senses went nuts.
Who in their right mind would have an omega about to go into heat teach a class full of alphas?

I wasn’t born yesterday. I’d taught the Heat Support class dozens of times. And I had time before my heat started. Or so I thought. But then Jesse Armstrong had to walk through the door and set me off. I thought I could keep it together, but when the two of us were trapped just as Nature took over and turned me into a whimpering pile of slick, I had no choice but to give Jesse a hands-on crash course in taking an omega through heat.

How am I supposed to teach a total newbie how to satisfy me effectively when I’m out of my mind with need?


Chapter One


Of all the things I could have done with a long weekend right at the beginning of summer, attending the Bangers & Mash Emergency Support Alpha training program was not at the top of my list.

My mood had been off in a weird way from the moment I made the turn off the highway and started up the winding mountain road to the Mash Institute, the headquarters for the discreet, highly-regarded service. I couldn’t make any sense of it as I parked in the lot down the hill from the collection of beautiful buildings that housed the program’s classrooms and dormitories. It wasn’t at all like me to go into an experience feeling…feeling…. I wasn’t even sure what I was feeling. That was the odd part.

I was an alpha. I was usually confident and in control of my emotions. Maybe it was a little cliché, but I was always on top of things, always calm and in control. My job as a teacher at Olivarez High School demanded that I project an air of kind, fair authority at all times. Students needed that sort of guidance.

So why I felt like one of my own students, irritated and restless, as I shut my car door with a little too much force, clicked the keychain fob to lock it, then started along the pretty, landscaped path from the parking lot of the Mash Institute to the classroom building that was the centerpiece of the facility, I had no idea. If I didn’t know better, I would have said it was a rush of adolescent hormones. But I was approaching thirty, for Christ’s sake. I wasn’t some kid.

My job as a high school teacher was, paradoxically, why I’d ended up being sent to the B&M training course to begin with. Olivarez High School was one of the finest secondary schools in Barrington, and we had a reputation for encouraging excellence in our omega students—something not every school could claim—and since I was the newest member of the teaching staff, Principal Winters had encouraged me to take the training course so that I might better understand our omega students.

Although why Winters thought it would be a good idea for me to learn all about how to service omegas in heat when the only ones I would normally be around were underage, years from their first heat, and definitely, definitely off-limits, was a mystery to me.

I hoisted my weekend bag over my shoulder, grumbling internally about wasting a perfectly good summer weekend taking classes I would never use when I could have been down by the beach, checking out omegas I might have a chance with. It wasn’t the best attitude to have going into the experience, I knew, but it had been six months since things had ended between me and Greg, and I was finally ready to get back out there again.

More than that, the itch to find an omega to settle down with had been nagging me for a while. Again, it was cliché, but now that I was settled in life with a solid job I loved, enough money in the bank to go looking for a house, and bright prospects for a future in education, marriage and family seemed like the next logical step.

I took the path from the parking lot to the classroom building with long strides, forcing myself not to scowl, not really interested in striking up a conversation with the other alphas heading into the building. My students always told me that, at over six feet and built like a tank, I looked intimidating as hell when I scowled, and I didn’t want to take away from the training experience for my fellow classmates.