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Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it… You’d think he was carving a gravestone. Then he turned around and faced the class. “The subject of this course is simple,” he said. “You’re here to understand where you come from. What you’re made of. What your blood entitles you to—and what it will cost you.” I blinked. Zia shifted in her seat beside me. Raina exhaled slowly. “Damn,” she whispered under her breath. “Why does that sound like a threat?” I didn’t answer her. Because I couldn’t look away from him. His gaze drifted slowly across the class, landing on students one by one. When his eyes fin

A few hands went up. Zia didn’t move. Raina didn’t breathe. I sat there like a statue, praying he’d pick someone else. Literally anyone else. Let one of the Alpha boys show off. Let one of the nerds in the front row babble through the textbook answer. Please. Please, not me. But then he said it. “Elena,” he said, and the sound of my name in his mouth again made my breath catch. “I want you to answer it.” Zia made a soft gasp. Raina turned to look at me like I had just been chosen for execution. I could feel their panic. But mine was worse. Because this wasn’t a test. This wasn’t a random pick. He wanted me to answer it. He said it like it mattered. He said it like he wanted to watch me squirm. “I…” I started, but my voice came out hoarse. I cleared my throat. “Um…” I could feel his eyes on me. I could feel his presence sinking into my skin. I had read the answer some days back. I knew it. I studied. But now my head was blank. My mouth was dry. My entire b

I swallowed and tried to steady myself even though my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was shaking my ribs. “I’m going to his office,” I said, forcing the words out before I could chicken out or start stuttering. “Why,” he asked, and there was so much weight in that one word that it made my throat go dry all over again. “Why are you going to my father’s office.” “He called me,” I said quickly, the explanation tumbling out of me because I needed him to understand that this wasn’t my choice. “He told me to meet him there.” Lucian’s mouth twitched, but there was no humor in it, no teasing edge like usual. “He told you,” he repeated slowly, like he was tasting the words and finding them bitter. “And you just listened.” “He’s my professor,” I snapped before I could stop myself, yanking my wrist free from his grip because suddenly the closeness felt like too much, because I needed space to breathe, to think, to not drown in the way his eyes were burning into me. “He called

And I swear to Goddess. If he took one more step, I was going to break. “I noticed you,” he said quietly. “The moment I saw you.“ I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I was frozen. Not from fear, but from the terrifying, horrifying, bone-melting realization that he was telling the truth. That this wasn’t just my imagination. That I hadn’t made it all up in my head. That he had been watching me, just like I had been watching him. “You were the only one who didn’t look away when I asked that question,” he went on, eyes still locked on mine like they were made for each other. “Every other student looked down. But not you. You met my eyes and held them. For three seconds.” Three seconds. I remembered. Oh my God, I remembered. And now I couldn’t unremember. “I’m not a fool, Elena,” he said, stepping a little closer, and fuck, he said my name like it was forbidden fruit. “I know what I am. I know what I look like. I know what my scent does to unclaimed Omegas.” I almost chok

Because he was right. My knees were shaking. My panties were wrecked. My entire cunt was clenching like it was desperate for something thick and wrong and forbidden. My brain was screaming this is illegal and my body was whispering please. And then he leaned in. Just enough. Just close enough for his breath to ghost over my ear. “You want me to stop?” he said. “Tell me. Say it.” I stared at the floor. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. But I could feel. Everything. And that scared the shit out of me. “Get away from me,” I choked out, voice barely holding. He stilled. I looked up. Our eyes met. And I saw it. Not surprise. Not anger. Just that smile again. The kind that says you’re already mine, little girl. You just don’t know it yet. “Get away from me, Professor,” I said again. “Okay,” he said finally. “Leave my office.” For a second, I didn’t move. Not because I wanted to stay—Goddess, I didn’t know what I wanted anymore—but because the tone