All Chapters of On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

Chapter Eighty-two Thalina The door clicked shut behind us, and for a moment, I just stood still—barely breathing. My heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it. My body was already aware, already aching. I hadn’t even looked at him, but I could feel his gaze all over me—possessive, tender, hungry. Then I turned. And I saw it. The chamber. Our room. Soft golden light glowed from sconces mounted on the stone walls, their flames dancing gently. The bed—large, luxurious, and wrapped in deep crimson sheets—sat at the end of a long path… a path lined with rose petals. Deep red, velvety petals scattered deliberately from the door to the bed, weaving a trail of devotion and desire. Around the corners of the chamber, scented candles burned slowly, their faint lavender and sandalwood aroma curling in the air like whispered promises. It was breathtaking. All of it. Not just because of the roses or the candles or the sheets, but because he had done this. For me. For us. A tremb












Chapter Eighty-four
Thalina




In the hall, the chanting rose and fell like waves. Deep, sacred voices echoing from every wall of the hall, surrounded by the oldest werewolves in the pack—cloaked in ceremonial ash, heads bowed, voices united in prayer.


The sweet scent of burned myrrh and moonroot filled the air, and the ancient flame at the center of the hall danced like it had been waiting just for this day.


My day.


I stood still, my palms open, my eyes closed. I wasn’t trembling, but I was breathless. Not from fear, not anymore—but from awe.


From becoming. 


“…and with the moon’s witness, with the bond unbroken, and the people gathered—” the voice of the Pack Priest echoed through the hall, “—we present her. Chosen not only by her mate, but by the spirits of those who came before. Thalina, beloved of the Alpha, heart of the pack… rise.”


I opened my eyes slowly.


And there he was.


Talon.


He stood a few feet away in his ceremonial robes—black with silver

Chapter Eighty-six Thalina It was a bright morning, not too cold, not too hot. The air was warm and still, wrapped in a silence that almost felt sacred. But it stood in stark contrast to the chaos inside me. My heart pounded violently against my chest, refusing to be calmed, and my breath trembled every time another packaged box was lifted into the booth of the car. With each load, I realized we were a few left to hitting the road. I had already made up my mind to put an end to this charade. Today. I had decided I would stop everything, that I’d end the lies, the deception, the danger. But despite my resolve, I didn’t even know how to begin. What would I say to my father? How could I convince him to stop his plans when I barely understood the full depth of them myself? How could I undo a scheme that was never mine to start with but had somehow become my cross to bear? I didn’t have answers. All I had was this heavy fear pressing against my ribs, this helplessness clawing at