Semua Bab On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter Forty-one Thalina Hide the knife under my dress, play the perfect obedient servant to the Alpha King, wait until he’s distracted, and then stab him. Or maybe slip a sedative into his drink, wait for him to pass out, and end him while he sleeps. Simple enough, right? Wrong. I snapped my eyes open, grounding myself back in the cold reality that nothing about this would be as simple as I wanted to believe. Father always thought everything was easy—everything except me. To him, I was lazy, irresponsible, too soft to do what was needed. He was wrong. It wasn’t that I couldn’t; it was that I shouldn’t. Yet here I was, with a knife hidden beneath my dress, about to prove him right. The Alpha King. The greatest ruler of them all. The one whose voice alone sends shivers down the spines of even the bravest. The man whose legend is drenched in blood, whose reputation is carved from vengeance. He doesn’t forgive. He doesn’t forget. And if I failed? No, when I failed, becau

Chapter Forty-three Talon Maverick The hunger to devour her lips, the thirst for the heat of her folds, the ache to bury myself between her legs—it was consuming me. I had held it all back for days, biting down on my own desires, waiting for her to come crawling back. But Thalina? She wasn’t like anyone else. She wasn’t the kind of woman who crawled. She was more than what I had imagined, more than what I thought I could handle. Thalina wasn’t like any other woman I’d known. She didn’t fall in line, didn’t break the way I expected. She had this way of looking at me, of moving, of existing that made me feel like every woman before her had been a blur. She wasn’t just different—she made me feel different. Hell, she made me feel like I hadn’t lived before her, like I hadn’t fucked a number of women into forgetting their own names. That thought alone should’ve terrified me. I should’ve wanted to walk away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wanted to know more. I wanted to see more. An

Chapter Forty-five Thalina The night air was cool against my skin as I stood frozen on the sidewalk, staring at him. Professor Maverick leaned casually against the sleek black car, his signature cocky smirk tugging at his lips, though his eyes held a softness I wasn’t sure he was even aware of. What was he doing here? At this hour? "Hey, baby girl," he drawled again, his voice low and velvety, making my heart stutter in a way that was both infuriating and exhilarating. I crossed my arms, trying to appear unfazed. "What are you doing here?" He straightened and closed the distance between us with measured steps, his height and presence effortlessly commanding. Before I could process it, his hands were on my waist, pulling me close, so close that I could feel that intoxicating bulge pushing against my stomach. "I couldn’t get my mind off you," he murmured and stopped, his lips brushing my ear as his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. It wasn’t just his breath, but th

Chapter Forty-seven Thalina Today was the day. The day I’d been dreading for the past three days. The day I was supposed to prove to my father—Lord High and Mighty—that I was worthy of bearing his name. That I wasn’t just some mistake, but a true member of the Noir family. Unlike my perfect stepsister, Ember, who never had to lift a finger to earn his approval, my existence seemed to require constant justification. I wasn’t his favorite—not by a long shot. If I wanted to compete with Ember, I had to go above and beyond. Always. And today? Today was the Howling Festival. The last twenty-four hours had been absolute hell. No sleep. No peace. Just me, tossing and turning, giving this whole thing way too much thought. I kept running in circles, but no matter how many times I tried to find another option, I always ended up with the same conclusion: I had to do it. Do this. End this. Once and for all. Maybe, just maybe, if I went through with this and finally gave my father

Chapter Forty-nine Talon Maverick (Hours earlier) I stared at the phone, my thumb hovering over the screen like some invisible force was holding me back. The message was there, typed and ready. Just three words. Words I shouldn’t have to say, words I wasn’t supposed to feel. ‘I miss you’. The admission felt foreign, weak, but my chest ached, the weight was really unbearable. Thalina. She’d carved herself into me, and no amount of logic or denial could push her out. And the worse past? I didn’t want her out. I let out a frustrated groan, as I tossed the phone onto the bed. I couldn’t believe I’d sunk this low, missing her, wanting her like I’d never wanted anything, thinking about her night after night whenever I get woken up by the damn faceless beast. I was unable to think straight, unable to breathe without her invading every corner of my mind. The door creaked open, jolting me out of my thoughts, and Kaedros strolled in, his presence immediately grating on my nerves. I