Marked by the professor
“Get on your knees, my little pet," Jerome growled, his voice rough with command. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me down as my pulse roared in my ears. The heat of his body pressed closer, and I trembled not from fear, but from the dark thrill of surrender. "Show me how hungry you are."
Rachel is a college senior studying art and design, and her life feels dull and uninspiring. She has been dating Jack since freshman year, but their relationship is lukewarm he doesn’t ignore her, but he doesn’t truly care about her either, especially since he’s always eyeing her best friend, Jessica. Rachel feels stuck in a routine, going through the motions without any real passion until everything changes when her drawing teacher gets into an accident.
The school brings in a substitute Jerome, a young, breathtakingly attractive artist who immediately commands the room. Rachel tries to ignore the way her body reacts to him, but the pull is too strong. His gaze lingers on her a second too long, his voice sends shivers down her spine, and when he gets close, she can’t think straight. She knows it’s wrong teachers and students can’t be together but she can’t resist.
Then she discovers Jerome’s secret he’s a werewolf, part of a powerful pack with three other dangerously seductive men Dante, Kade, and Elias. They’ve been watching her, waiting, and now that she’s near Jerome, their instincts take over. They growl, they claim, and Rachel, despite her fear, finds herself drawn deeper into their world.
Drawn into a world of forbidden desire, Rachel surrenders to a passionate affair.
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Chapter: Detention The charcoal snaps between my fingers, leaving a jagged black line across the paper. I don't even remember pressing down that hard. My eyes flick to the clock 3:47 PM. Class ended thirteen minutes ago, but no one's left. Not yet. Because he's still here. Jerome leans against the front desk, arms crossed, watching us pack up with that unreadable half-smile. His sleeves are rolled up today, revealing forearms dusted with dark hair and the faintest scars thin, white lines that look like claw marks. I shouldn't be staring. But I can't stop. "Rach." Jack's voice jerks me back. He's hovering by my desk, backpack slung over one shoulder, glancing between me and Jessica like he's waiting for permission to leave. "You coming? We're grabbing food." Jessica twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes darting to Jerome. "Professor Laurent," she purrs, "are we free to go?" Jerome doesn't even look at her. His gaze lands on me. "Almost." The room goes quiet. Then he pus
Last Updated: 2025-05-28
Chapter: MarkedThe walls of my dorm room feel like they're closing in tonight, pressing against me with every breath I take. The air smells stale like old coffee grounds and the floral detergent I used to wash my sheets last week but beneath it, there's something else, something sharp that makes my skin prickle. I roll onto my side, kicking at the tangled blankets, but sleep won't come. Every time I close my eyes, I see flashes of things I can't explain shadows moving where they shouldn't, shapes that twist just beyond my vision. The clock on my nightstand glows red in the dark 3:17 AM and outside, the wind scrapes against the window like it's trying to claw its way inside. I sit up, rubbing my face, but the restless feeling doesn't fade. If anything, it gets worse. My legs move before my brain catches up, swinging me out of bed before I even realize I've decided to stand. Why am I doing this? The question drifts through my mind, but it doesn't stop me. My hands grab my hoodie from the chair
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Chapter: Reckless Art The studio was too quiet. Most students had rushed out the moment class ended, eager to escape the stuffy air and the lingering smell of oil paint and charcoal. I stayed behind, as usual. My latest piece a charcoal sketch of a woman with her back turned, her form fractured by jagged, uncertain lines lay unfinished before me. I pressed my thumb into the paper, smudging the shading beneath the figure's shoulder. It didn't help. Nothing ever did. What am I even trying to say with this? The thought made my chest tighten. Professor Langley would have sighed, circled the page with red ink, and scrawled “Lacks emotional depth" in the margins. Again. I exhaled, rubbing my temples. Maybe I should just "Interesting technique are you Struggling?" The voice, deep and smooth as aged whiskey, came from just behind me. I startled, nearly knocking over my jar of brushes. Jerome Laurent stood close enough that I could see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes. "Professor Laurent," I
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Chapter: The substitute The alarm blares at 7:30 AM, same as every Tuesday. I slap it off before the third beep, just like always. My dorm room is dim, the morning sun seeping through the blinds. I don’t move right away. Instead, I stare at the ceiling and count the cracks eleven, twelve, thirteen like they’re the only things in my life with any kind of pattern. Another day. Another class. Another pointless conversation with Jack. I drag myself out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cold linoleum. The mirror shows me what it always does messy brown hair, tired green eyes, a face that’s fine but never remarkable. I pull on my usual uniform black leggings, an oversized sweater, and the same scuffed boots I’ve worn since sophomore year. No one looks twice at me anyway. The room smells like charcoal and stale coffee. I take my usual seat in the back, where the light from the high windows doesn’t quite reach. Jessica is already here, perched on the edge of a table, laughing at something some guy said. Her
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