All Chapters of On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter Seventy-two Talon Maverick Nothing must happen to Thalina. Nothing. Nothing must happen to her. If anything does—if something goes wrong—I won’t be able to forgive myself. I won’t even be able to look at myself anymore. If anyone has to suffer, let it be me. If death is the price, then take me instead. If there must be pain, if there must be sickness, give it to me. Not her. Never her. I couldn’t bear it. I wouldn’t survive it. Yes, she told me to let her go. Yes, she said we couldn’t be together. That I had to move on. And maybe I could have. Maybe I would’ve learned to live with the distance, the ache—if only she had stayed alive. If only she hadn’t made this reckless decision to drink poison meant for me. If only she hadn’t done this. I could’ve let her go. But not like this. Not like this—not watching her slip away in my arms, her life bleeding out because of me. “Where the hell is the physician?!” I shouted, my voice echoing like thunder through the

Chapter Seventy-four Talon Maverick I always knew I could have any woman I wanted. I knew with a snap of my fingers, a thousand women would come running, begging—eager to bear my name, to sit beside me on the throne, to be Queen. Noblewomen, alpha princesses from powerful kingdoms—women of status, wealth, and beauty. I could have any of them… but none of them made me feel what Thalina did. I closed my heart to love. I vowed I’d never give in to feelings like that again. I called them a weakness—believing they would strip me of the control and power I needed to rule, to lead like a true Alpha. But I was wrong. Deeply, terribly wrong. Love wasn’t my downfall. It was the one thing that filled the emptiness I’d carried for far too long. It was the comfort I didn’t know I was craving, the quiet strength I never thought I needed. Love—real love—isn’t weakness. It isn’t foolish or fragile. With the right person, love becomes your greatest strength. It makes you feel whole, lik

Chapter Seventy-six Thalina What the hell was going on? Did he just call me human? That word echoed in my head like a curse. Human. Human. No. That couldn’t be right. That wasn’t right. Not in any way. I blinked rapidly, my heart thudding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My hands started to tremble. I looked around the throne room, and suddenly I could feel every pair of eyes drilling into me, burning my skin. The elders. The guards. The maids. All of them staring at me like I’d just grown horns, like I was some demon they couldn’t wait to throw out. Confusion twisted in my chest, sharp and wild, stabbing at me painfully. How was this even possible? I grew up among werewolves. My parents—my parents—they were both wolves. My family weee the same. I remembered their shifts. I remembered the howls. So how… how could I be human? How could a human be born of werewolves? It didn’t make any sense to me. “She is a human! A taboo!” The old man screamed, his entire face

Chapter Seventy-eight Thalina My heart was still pounding hard against my chest as Vaelora gently led me out of the room, away from Talon’s touch and the burning intensity of everything that had just happened. I couldn’t stop looking over my shoulder, couldn’t stop clinging to the warmth of his words, the promise in his eyes. He heard everything. He saw my tears. And still—he chose me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or cry harder. Vaelora squeezed my hand as we moved through the winding halls of the castle, her pace graceful, her expression kind and warm. “You’re safe now,” she said softly, as if she could hear the storm of fear and confusion roaring in my chest, as if she could see the uncertainty written boldly on my face. “You don’t have to be afraid here. We all here for you.” She smiled, a reassuring smile. But that was the problem—I was afraid. Terrified. I feared the consequences of this union. The words of the elders and the soothsayer wouldn’t stop ringing loud in my

Chapter Eighty Thalina I knew this was a bad idea. Bringing this man here—my father—was a terrible decision I might end up regretting. He wasn’t the type to sit back quietly. He had his plans, always did, and he was going to carry them out no matter what. He wasn’t to be trusted. Not now. Not ever. But I felt cornered. I couldn’t stop it without revealing the real reason I didn’t want him here. And I had already said it—if I was going to tell Talon the truth, about why I came to this school in the first place, I wanted to be the one to tell him. Not let him find out on his own. And definitely not like this. Not with my father making another attempt to hurt him. And now Talon wanted to share a drink with him? It looked noble. Heartwarming, even—to everyone else. But not to me. I knew who my father was. I knew the kind of darkness that lived inside him, the evil that simmered just beneath the surface of that wide, charming grin. A man like him—so consumed by hunger for power that he