เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 3: The Final Claim (Lucas’s POV) I woke up knotted. Kade’s thick cock was still buried deep inside me, his knot swollen and pulsing gently. We were tangled in the massive bed, his chest pressed to my back, one heavy arm draped over my waist like a brand. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, but the only thing I could focus on was the warm, full feeling in my belly and the slow drip of his cum leaking out around his knot every time I shifted. My ankle still throbbed faintly, but the rest of me… ached in the best and worst ways. Sore. Used. Claimed. I should have been panicking. Should have been planning an escape the second his knot went down. Instead, I lay there listening to his steady breathing and felt the mating bond hum contentedly in my chest like it had always been there. Traitor, I thought at my own body. Kade stirred behind me. His nose nuzzled the bite mark on my neck—the one that had already started healing faster than it should. “Morning, mate,” he rumble
Chapter 2: Bred in the Alpha’s Bed (Lucas’s POV) I didn’t remember much of the walk to the pack house. My ankle throbbed, my hole ached from being stretched and flooded, and Kade carried me the entire way like I weighed nothing. His arms were like steel bands around me, one under my knees, the other across my back. Every step he took made his cum shift inside me, leaking out in slow, sticky trails down my thighs. I could feel it with every movement—hot, thick, claiming. The forest blurred past. I kept my face buried against his chest, too overwhelmed to look around. His scent—pine, musk, wild alpha—wrapped around me like another layer of possession. The mating bond pulsed warm and insistent in my chest, whispering that this was right, that I belonged here, that I belonged to him. I hated how much I liked it. By the time we reached the sprawling log-and-stone house tucked deep in the woods, my head was spinning. Pack members watched from the shadows—tall, broad men and a few wome
Breeding the Human with the Alpha’s KnotChapter 1: Claimed in the Woods (Lucas’s POV)I should have turned back the second my phone lost signal.The cabin I’d rented was supposed to be a fresh start—quiet woods, no ex-boyfriend drama, no city noise. Just me, my laptop, and the vague idea of finishing the novel I’d been stuck on for months. But the drive up had taken longer than Google Maps promised, and now my beat-up Honda was dead on the side of the narrow dirt road with a flat tire and no spare that actually worked.It was full dark. The forest was alive with sounds I didn’t recognize—rustling leaves, distant howls that made the hair on my arms stand up. I grabbed my flashlight and started walking, praying the cabin was only a couple miles ahead like the rental agent had said.I didn’t make it far.The first wolf appeared out of nowhere.Huge. Black fur. Eyes that glowed yellow in the beam of my flashlight. It snarled, low and vicious, circling me. I backed up, heart hammering so
Chapter 3: His House, His Rules (Alex’s POV) I almost turned around three times on the walk to his house. It was 8:55 p.m. The neighborhood was quiet — porch lights on, families settling in for the night. Dr. Marcus Hale’s two-story home sat at the end of a cul-de-sac, warm light glowing from the downstairs windows. His wife’s car was gone. Book club night. The kids were supposedly asleep upstairs. My legs felt weak as I walked around to the back door like he’d instructed. I knocked once, soft. The door opened immediately. Dr. Hale stood there in dark jeans and a black T-shirt that stretched tight across his chest. No glasses. Hair slightly messy. He looked at me like he’d been waiting all day. “Inside. Now.” I stepped in. The house smelled like dinner and laundry detergent. Family photos lined the hallway — his wife smiling, two kids at the beach, a Christmas picture with everyone in matching sweaters. The guilt in my stomach twisted harder. He didn’t say anything else. He j
Chapter 2: Back Seat After Class (Alex’s POV) I almost didn’t go. All day I kept telling myself I could skip it. Just go home, pretend last night never happened, ignore the way my hole still felt sore and stretched from taking Dr. Hale’s thick married cock. But every time I thought about disobeying, my stomach twisted with fear. He had my grades. My future. One word from him and everything I’d worked for could disappear. So at 4:15 p.m., heart pounding, I walked to the faculty parking lot and found his black SUV in the far corner, tinted windows up. The back door unlocked with a soft click the second I approached. I climbed in. Dr. Hale was already in the back seat, tie loosened, slacks unbuttoned. He looked at me like I was late for an exam. “Lock the door,” he ordered. I did. My hands were shaking again. He didn’t waste time with words. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me into a rough kiss, tongue pushing into my mouth like he owned it. I could taste coffee
Breeding My Professor’s Married Hole Chapter 1: No Choice But to Take It (Alex’s POV) I should have left when office hours ended. Dr. Marcus Hale had asked me to stay behind after the rest of the class cleared out. Something about “going over my midterm paper in more detail.” I’d been nervous the whole lecture — he’d been staring at me more than usual, eyes dark behind his glasses, jaw tight every time I shifted in my seat. Now it was just the two of us in his office. Door closed. Lights dim. I sat across from his desk, backpack on my lap like a shield, trying to keep my voice steady. “So… about the paper, Professor. You said there were issues with my thesis?” Dr. Hale didn’t answer right away. He just looked at me. Forty-two years old, married, built like he still lifted heavy even with the academic job. Salt-and-pepper hair, broad shoulders, forearms thick from years of carrying books and whatever else he did in his free time. He was strict. Cold in class. Everyone respected h







