MasukRaven Academy claws three primal laws into every shifter's soul: 1. Never deceive an Alpha. 2. Never hunger for an Alpha. 3. Never let Jason Voss inhale your desperate scent. I demolished them all in a fevered rush. One forged assignment, hidden in shadows. His silver gaze pierced through, summoning me to his den. "Exile yourself," he snarled, voice like velvet-wrapped steel, his alpha presence coiling around me, thick with dominance. I collapsed to my knees, pulse thundering, body betraying me with heat. "I'll do anything," I whispered, voice raw, eyes locked on his sculpted form—the godlike alpha every wolf in the academy craved, their fantasies paling against his brutal reality. He didn't smile. He claimed. Now, nights devour me in his sealed lair. His forbidden pupil, spread open for lessons in sin. He unravels me with calloused hands mapping my skin, tongue tracing veins, cock demanding surrender. First lesson: my shattered moans as he pins me to the desk, thrusting mercilessly, his knot swelling to lock us in ecstasy's vise, flooding me until I drip with his essence. Second: the burn of his fangs sinking into my neck mid-fuck, his hips grinding deeper, growling "Mine" like a curse that brands my wolf's core. Third: orgasms ripping through me untouched, his fist twisting my hair, breath hot as he hisses, "My thieving slut, begging for every inch." He etches ownership in flesh: Purple blooms from his grip. Claiming scars pulsing with heat. His release slick between my thighs during sunlit classes, a secret torment that has me aching for more. The pack still worships untouchable Jason Voss from afar, drooling over his lethal beauty. Blind to his mate. Me. Broken. Addicted. Praying this dark bliss never ends. Salvation? I'd claw it apart for one more bite.
Lihat lebih banyakRose’s POV The knot throbbed deep inside me, a living pulse that matched the frantic beat of my heart. Every tiny shift of Jason’s hips sent fresh sparks racing up my spine, even though the peak had already shattered me twice more since he’d first locked us together. His weight was perfect—solid, grounding, the broad planes of his chest pressing me into the scarred oak of his desk while his arms caged me like the safest prison in the world. The room smelled like us: pine-iron and rose-honey, sex and sweat and the faint metallic tang of reopened claiming bites. Papers lay scattered across the floor like fallen leaves, forgotten casualties of our surrender.I traced the raised edges of the old scar on his collarbone again, my fingertip trembling. “I still can’t believe I did that,” I whispered, voice hoarse from screaming his name. “Marked you. Claimed you. A professor. My professor. If anyone finds out before we’re ready—”“Shh.” His lips brushed my temple, then the fresh indentations
Jason's POV The fire in the grate crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls of my office like ghosts from old campaigns. I rose from the desk, the sealed letters a neat stack under the weight of an iron paperweight shaped like a wolf's paw— a relic from the northern passes, where Elara had once pulled me from the brink of a frozen death. The bond hummed low and content, a golden thread that connected me to Rose across the darkened campus, her presence a steady anchor in the quiet hours.I crossed to the window, pushing aside the heavy velvet curtain to gaze out at the moonlit training fields. The academy sprawled below, its towers and courtyards a labyrinth of ancient stone and modern intrigue. Somewhere in the omega wing, Rose was likely curled in her narrow dorm bed, her russet wolf dreaming of the claim she had finally made. The thought stirred a possessive warmth in my chest—not the raw territoriality of a young alpha, but the deep, unyielding certainty o
Jason's POVI loosened my collar with careful fingers, the fabric brushing against the fresh claiming bite on my throat—her mark, two perfect crescents still faintly warm and pulsing with shared magic. The skin around it tingled where her teeth had broken through, a sacred echo of the moment she had finally stopped running and claimed me back. She had whispered *I’ll ruin you* even as her small omega fangs found purchase, tears on her lashes and fire in her veins. Now that mark anchored me more surely than any medal pinned to my chest from the northern campaigns, more than any title the academy could strip away. I traced it lightly with a fingertip, feeling the bond flare brighter in response, carrying a flash of her scent, her warmth, the way her body had fit against mine like two halves of an ancient rite finally completed.The weight of the day clung to my skin like battlefield dust and sweat—traces of ink from the documents, the faint salt of shared exertion, the layered proof of
Jason’s POV The faculty wing felt heavier tonight, the ancient stones pressing in with a watchful silence that seemed to carry the accumulated weight of every whispered scandal, every sovereign bond challenged, and every alpha who had ever dared to rewrite the rules within these hallowed halls. Torches flickered in their wrought-iron sconces along the corridor, casting elongated shadows that danced across rune-carved archways depicting ancient claiming rites—golden threads of fate binding silver and russet wolves beneath a full moon, alphas and omegas standing shoulder to shoulder against encroaching storms. The air itself felt thicker, charged with the undercurrent of shifting alliances and unspoken questions.Professor Thorne had paused half a beat too long when our paths crossed near the landing of the spiral stairwell, his sharp beta eyes flicking first to the high collar of my shirt where the fabric brushed against the fresh claiming bite on my throat—her mark, small but unmista






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