บททั้งหมดของ On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter Fifty-two Thalina I watched him leave, a heavy knot tightening in my chest. My heart hammered against my ribcage, and all I wanted was for him to stay, to listen, to just give me a chance to explain everything to him, everything he didn’t know. But he was gone now, and I couldn’t stop him. I should’ve said something, but the words never came. I tried so hard to force the words out, to tell him I was responsible for the chaos that happened back there, but I couldn’t. What if I didn’t get another chance? What if I never got to tell him the truth? I just couldn’t continue to live with the guilt that I was lying to a man like him, he doesn’t deserve all of these, doesn’t deserve someone like me. I thought he had caught me, I thought he saw me, and he knew what I did, but what did he say? He thought the reason I went to the castle was to work for money, and he even gave me his card, how could he be so innocent? And I? I was taking advantage of his innocence. Guilt gnaw

Chapter Fifty-four Thalina’s POV I desperately needed a warm bath to soothe my throbbing head and wash away these relentless thoughts. Fenris was back—now, of all times. What was Father even thinking when he brought him here? Was Fenris truly the only trained soldier he could summon? What was Father trying to achieve by making Fenris come along? No matter how hard I tried to make sense of it, one thing was clear: Father didn’t care about me or how I felt. His only focus was excelling in this mission, and he’d sacrifice anything—anyone—to achieve that. I was done catering to his whims, bending to his will. For too long, I’d let his ambitions dictate my life. But not anymore. From now on, I’d do things my way, and it starts with finding the Alpha king. The water ran over my skin, but it did nothing to drown out the chaos in my head like I wanted it to do. My fingers curled into fists against the tiled wall as I tried to piece it all together. And the thought returned again, Fe

Chapter Fifty-six Thalina My body, which had felt so heavy, like a weight I could never lift, now felt light and warm, every ache replaced by a lingering heat. Except for the faint, delicious soreness between my thighs, a reminder of him, of us, each time the cool air of the room kissed my skin. My cheeks flushed as flashes of last night played in my mind. My heartbeat quickened, the thrum of excitement coursing through me. He called me his mate. He called me his. And he claimed me. A quiet squeal almost escaped my lips, but I froze when my eyes shifted to the side of the bed. There he was, still sleeping. His chest rose and fell steadily, his features softened by sleep. He looked peaceful, breathtakingly gorgeous, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away. Last night had been unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Was it just the thrill of Professor Maverick calling me his mate? Or the way he claimed me, slow and steady? He called me his mate, and I didn’t need an

Chapter Fifty-eight Thalina The harder I tried to hold back my tears, the more relentlessly they flowed. I couldn’t believe he’d done this to me—after everything we’d shared. Did none of it mean anything to him? Did I mean nothing to him? Had nothing changed since the day we first met? Was this still just a casual fling to him? And why… why did it hurt this much? Why did it feel like my heart was splintering into shards, breaking in places I didn’t even know existed? This morning, I thought, would be the start of something new for us. I thought it would mark a deeper bond, a turning point in whatever this relationship was supposed to be. But he ruined everything, reduced it all to nothing. And if it was all truly nothing to him—then what about yesterday? What about the way he called me his mate? The way he claimed me like he never had before? And this mark on my neck? My hand brushed against the raised skin of the mark, and a fresh wave of tears fell. Did this mean nothing

Chapter Sixty Talon Maverick It had been days, but the memory still remained, clear as day, as though it were etched into my mind. The betrayal was still fresh, like an open wound which would take forever to heal. I kept asking myself the same questions over and over again. Why do I feel this way? Why does it feel like my heart is being ripped apart, piece by piece? Why do I feel betrayed when I had believed whatever I had with her was for fun and pleasure? The moment I saw her walking in with that unfamiliar guy, something inside me tore apart, something I didn’t know existed. I waited for her. I sent her multiple texts—dozens—but not a single response. And when she finally came out, she wasn’t alone. She was with him. What was she trying to prove? Was this her way of showing me that I didn’t matter? How could she do this to me? I knew I shouldn’t feel like this. I knew a woman shouldn’t have this kind of power over me. They were supposed to be nothing more than instrum