All Chapters of Wild Fetish Desires: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I must’ve fallen asleep sitting up, arms wrapped around my legs like they were the only thing holding me together. The floor was cold. My body was sore. And my head felt too heavy for my neck.I didn’t hear the door open until someone cleared their throat.“Let’s go,” said a voice. The same staff member from earlier. His expression was unreadable. “Your father’s waiting outside.”I didn’t say anything. I just stood. My legs were stiff. I felt like I was walking underwater.The ride home was silent. My father didn’t look at me. Not once. Not when I got in the car. Not when I sat beside him in the back seat. He stared out the window like I wasn’t even there.When we pulled up to the house, I saw the lights were on.The front door opened before we reached it.A familiar feminine figure was already waiting.My mother.The woman who hadn’t come to my convocation. Who always had work, meetings, clients. Who was rarely home, and when she was, it was more in presence than spirit.But now, she

I hadn’t checked my phone all day. I was too afraid of messages and of what people were saying. But when I finally turned it on, one message flashed on the screen.No name. No number. *8PM. Greenhouse storage behind the old Bio lab. Come alone. Don’t tell anyone. —W*My fingers trembled around the phone. My heart ached just seeing that dash and a single letter. He was still out there. Still trying. I pulled on a hoodie, tucked my hair under a cap, and masked up like the Dean said. I looked like someone in hiding. Someone guilty.The campus was quiet at night. The greenhouse storage was tucked behind overgrown hedges and a rusting door. Abandoned.I knocked once.The door creaked open from the inside.And there he was.Wolfe.No blazer. His sleeves were shoved up to his forearms like he’d been too restless to sit still. His jaw was tight like he was clenching down words too dangerous to speak. But his eyes—God, his eyes found mine instantly, like they’d been waiting. Burning.It had o

I told Professor Wolfe everything; what I thought, and why Serena had gone after us. He listened, calmly, and he understood. We both knew it wasn’t just about jealousy anymore. Serena wanted to ruin us. So, we came up with a plan to expose her. Step one was clearing his name. But that was easier said than done. The story had been so perfectly crafted, so calculated, that finding proof he never abused that minor felt almost impossible. And after the scandal recently broke, people were merciless. They dug up his past and dragged Wolfe’s name all over the internet. T*****r, Reddit, blogs—everywhere you looked, someone was calling him a predator. A lot of people believed he should’ve been thrown back in jail. “Once a creep, always a creep,” they said. To them, the fact that he slept with a college student just confirmed it. It didn’t matter that I was legal. Or that I consented. Or that I was the one who initiated it. None of it mattered. “He hasn’t changed.” “He never will.” I trie

I stood still, every muscle locked in place as her words echoed around the auditorium.She was good, talented even. I got to give it to her.The sobs. The trembling. The long, tragic monologue. It was the kind of performance that split a crowd right down the middle: those who believed her, and those who couldn’t breathe under the weight of what they now doubted.My jaw clenched as I watched the same people who’d looked at her with suspicion moments ago now glance at Serena—Bianca—with empathy. As if her story rewrote the evidence, erased the lies, justified the deceit.They were willing to forgive anything and anyone but me. Not that I need their forgiveness anyway. I regret nothing. She probably thought she got the upper hand now but I’d seen it—the calculation behind her tears. The way her eyes flicked across the room, checking reactions like a performer reading her audience.“This is how she plays them,” I whispered under my breath.The panel shifted in their seats. Some leaned in

Wolfe’s exhale was ragged, almost a laugh, almost a sob. He crossed the space between us in two long strides, dropping to his knees so suddenly I nearly toppled out of my chair. His hands found mine, warm and trembling, and he pressed his forehead to my knuckles, as if grounding himself to this moment.He slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly, cool and solid—a promise made tangible. When he looked up, his eyes were shining.“I love you,” he whispered, the words reverent, as if they were a secret he’d been waiting his whole life to share.I cupped his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble, the heat of his skin. “I love you, too. Always.”He surged up, catching my lips in a kiss that was everything—soft and desperate and full of every hope we’d ever dared to have. The world faded away: the city lights, the distant hum of traffic, even the stars. There was only us. Only this.When we finally broke apart, breathless and laughing, Wolfe pressed his forehead against mine.H