FAZER LOGINAs they step out of his office, Miles tightens his fingers on her hip, making her stop, allowing him to turn, and lock the door, before returning his hand to her hip and continuing to guide her to the elevator.
Once the doors have closed, the overwhelming feeling of having to touch her hits him. Miles seems to have no control as he turns and, using his body, he pushes her up against the back of the elevator while grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head before he slams his lips to hers.
His cock goes instantly hard even though he had already ejaculated two big loads of his seed inside the condoms not even half an hour ago. Rubbing his throbbing cock against her in time with his harsh kiss, he is sure that if he wasn’t careful, he would explode in his pants just like the teenager he felt like.
Miles breaks his kiss, steps back and straightens himself as the elevator dings and the doors open.
Placing his hand across her back and against her hip, he then escorts her out of the Professor’s building, across the courtyard and into the dorms. Controlling himself this time as they step into the elevator and then step out on her floor, Professor Miles pulls her to a stop, pushes her up against the wall and whispers next to her ear.
‘You are not to tell anyone what happened between us. I want you in my office after lectures tomorrow, and if you don’t come, I will report you for trying to seduce a Professor of the Academy. I’ll get you thrown out of the college and placed in the nearest Omega Breeding Centre.’
Isadora and Opal felt his words pull at the Alpha command he had given her in the bathroom, and she nodded her head. He smiles and presses his lips to hers before stepping back and saying.
‘Goodnight, my little Omega. See you in lecture tomorrow.’
Isadora stayed leaning against the wall as she watched him walk away; she didn’t take her eyes from him or move until he was out of her sight. Then she couldn’t stop as sobs raked through her body and she slid down the wall.
Sensing something was wrong, Gwen got out of bed, walked to the door, opened it and stuck her head out into the hall. Not seeing anything out of place, she is about to step back into the room when she hears a soft sob, looks down to the left and sees Isadora sitting on the floor.
Gwen moves quickly, stepping out of the room and kneeling in front of her. Gwen wraps her arms around her and whispers in a slightly panicked tone.
‘Isa, what happened?’
Fighting the Alpha command to keep quiet, Isadora sobbed as she whispered.
‘Pro-Professor… Pro-Professor K-Knight… He… He… I-I couldn’t…’
Gwen takes a deep breath. Isadora then flinches as her wolf surges forward with a deep, threatening growl. Even without being an Elite Alpha/Luna Protector in training, Gwen would have been able to scent the slight tinge of blood and the Professor's scent that was prominent all over her beyond the t-shirt of his she was now wearing instead of her college blouse.
Having a feeling she knew what had happened between Isadora and Professor Knight, Gwen also knew that, other than his Alpha pheromones and the scent of sex, there was no proof that it wasn’t consensual, and most would believe the Alpha over an Omega, and even if the Omega claimed rape, it would be the Omega being punished, not the Alpha.
The laws around Omegas were shit; they used to protect Omegas; however, something happened over time, and now those same laws do nothing to protect the Omegas, only the Alphas, Betas or Gammas that wanted to take advantage of the lowest of werewolf ranks.
Gwen helps Isadora to her feet and into their dorm and over to her bed. Gwen sits Isadora down, and she winces as she scrambles until her back hits the wall. She then pulls her knees up to her chest before wrapping her arms around them and leaning her head on her knees as she silently starts sobbing again.
Isadora flinches but doesn’t move when the bed dips as Gwen crawls onto it and then sits next to her, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her into her side, offering her comfort that Isadora seemed to be needing.
Later that night, after Isadora had gotten a little sleep, Gwen had convinced her to allow her to document everything, even getting around Professor Miles’ Alpha command by making a personal journal detailing everything he did, as she wasn't technically telling anyone and she had no real control over who read the contents.
Unfortunately, the only thing that they couldn’t document or prove was that he had stolen her virginity or that he had used wolfsbane, his Alpha pheromones and his Alpha aura on her to get what he wanted.
Finally exhausted to the point where they both could barely keep their eyes open, Isadora lay down with Gwen’s arms wrapped around her and slipped into a restless sleep, as images of what Professor Miles did played over and over in her subconscious.
The next morning, Isadora ignored the soreness of her body, showered and dressed before heading to her lectures as if the night before had not even happened, and then once all lectures were complete, Isadora did as Professor Miles had asked and met him in his office.
Professor Miles’ voice made her cringe as she stepped into his office, and he growled.
‘Close and lock the door, then come here. My little Omega.’
Whimpering at the subtle Alpha command in his undertone, she does as he says, turns, and closes the door, but fights the order to lock it. With a little help from Opal, she places her fingers on the lock and turns it, knowing that the Alpha Professor standing behind the desk is waiting for the click.
Isadora turns the lock, allowing it to click before quickly turning it back. She then turns around and walks over to stand in front of him. Miles smiles and slides his hand on her cheek as he whispers.
‘Beautiful… So, beautiful… Turn around.’
Again, she follows his command and turns so that her back is to his front. Miles steps closer to her and wraps his arms around her waist while he skims his nose and lips up and down the side of her neck.
Isadora tenses when his hands start to slide up and down her body, stopping to fondle her breasts through her blouse. Miles turns them so that they are now facing his desk before he makes her take a couple of steps forward, causing the front of her thighs to press up against the edge of his desk. Miles skims his lips up her neck to pause at her ear as he whispers.
‘Lie over my desk, reach up and place your hands on the other edge and don’t let go for any reason unless I tell you to… Understand?’
With her and Opal’s minds clear this time, Isadora had no intention of doing what Professor Miles wanted, as she wasn’t his; she didn't belong to him, though with how he was holding her, she knew that she couldn’t get away from him, so she nodded slightly and whispered.
‘Yes, sir…’
They didn’t go far after leaving the building.None of them said it out loud, but they were all thinking the same thing. Moving too much right now meant noise. And noise meant attention.So they stopped.They weren’t hiding.They weren’t running.They were simply standing still.The city moved around them as if nothing had happened. Cars passed. Voices drifted through the air. People continued with their lives the same way they always did.But for the three of them, everything felt different.Elarastood near the edge of the pavement, the file still in her hand.It felt heavier now.Not because of what was inside it.Because of what it meant.“They’re not going to chase us,” she said quietly.Adrianstood beside her, looking down the street.“No.”Deborah frowned slightly. “After everything that just happened?”Adriannodded once.“They can’t.”
The first page immediately felt different. It wasn’t a formal report, and it wasn’t organised the way the other records had been.It looked more like a record someone had built over time.Handwritten.Old.At the top of the page were the words:Case Variation: Unresolved.Elarafelt her chest tighten slightly as she turned the page.More notes followed.Different handwriting appeared throughout the pages, different tones, different dates, but the pattern stayed the same.Leadership.Attachment.Intervention.And then deviation.Her fingers slowed as she read.“This one didn’t end the same way,” she said.Adrianstepped closer. “What do you mean?”Elarapointed to a note written in the margin, a single line underlined once.Subject refused separation. Binding unsuccessful.Deborah leaned in closer to read it.“That’s not possible,” she sa
They did not go inside right away.That alone said enough.The three of them remained outside the apartment building for a moment, standing in a quiet pause that was not hesitation but awareness. Once they stepped back inside, they would be reacting again, moving within a structure that had already been laid out for them.None of them wanted that.Adrianwas the first to break the silence.“They’re building a case,” he said.Elararested her weight lightly against the rail beside her. “They already have one.”“Yes,” Adrianreplied calmly. “But they need it to look justified.”Deborah folded her arms. “Which means they’re not finished yet.”Adriannodded once.“They won’t act until they can control the narrative.”Elara’s eyes narrowed slightly as she considered that.“Then we don’t give them one.”Adrianlooked at her, and in that look something shifted.Not def
They had barely gone a short distance when the shift began to creep in. It was not loud, and it did not arrive all at once, but it was there, settling into the air around them. Outside the building, everything felt different from when they had first walked in. The air seemed thinner somehow, like something had been disturbed and the world had not quite finished adjusting to it.Elarawas the first to notice.She slowed slightly, her eyes moving across the street as if she were trying to feel the shape of the moment. “They’re not letting this go,” she said under her breath.Adriankept walking, his pace steady. “No,” he answered.Deborah followed a step behind them, her attention shifting between the street ahead and the building they had just left behind. “They’ve never lost control like that before,” she said.Adriancame to a stop, not sharply, just enough to break the rhythm of their movement.“They didn’t lose control,” he
Elaradidn’t rush forward when she entered the room, and that alone changed the atmosphere. Instead, she moved slowly, letting her eyes travel across the space the way Adrianhad earlier. But unlike him, she wasn’t measuring strength or pressure. She was studying the design.The markings on the floor immediately caught her attention. Their spacing was deliberate, the lines arranged in a way that suggested purpose rather than decoration. Even the air in the room felt strangely responsive, but only when Adrianmoved within the boundary. The more she observed, the clearer it became that nothing about this setup was random. Every element had been built to react.Her gaze lifted to Adrian.He was still standing inside the marked boundary, completely controlled, his posture steady as he watched her approach.“You came anyway,” he said.“I had to see it,” Elarareplied calmly.His expression sharpened slightly. “Then you already
They didn’t send a letter.They didn’t schedule a meeting.They came themselves.It was late afternoon when the knock came at the door.Not loud.Not hesitant.Just precise.Adrianwas already standing before the second knock sounded.Elarastayed where she was. She didn’t need to move to know what this meant.This was it.Deborah opened the door.Three people stood outside.Not guards. Not enforcers.Council representatives.In some ways, that was worse.“They’re not waiting anymore,” Deborah said quietly as she stepped aside.The three figures entered without asking.Calm. Composed. As if the decision had already been made long before they arrived.Adrian stood in the centre of the room, still and controlled.“What is this?” he asked.The older woman stepped forward.There was no polite performance this time. No attempt at cou







