All Chapters of Sex With The Ruthless Alpha Professor : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rose's POV The fog clung to Raven Academy like a lover's desperate embrace, thick and unyielding under the waxing moon. The ancient stone buildings loomed over the sprawling grounds, their gargoyle sentinels etched with runes that glowed faintly in the twilight—wards against humans, against rogues, against anything that dared threaten the pack within. This wasn't just a school; it was a fortress, a crucible where young werewolves were forged into leaders or broken into submission. Hierarchies here weren't just social—they were primal, etched into our very DNA, with alphas at the top and omegas like me scrambling at the bottom. And tonight, as the lunar pull tugged at my veins like invisible strings, I felt more broken than ever. I, Rose Hale, second-year omega, slouched in the back row of Professor Voss's advanced lore class, my notebook a chaotic mess of half-hearted scribbles and doodles. The lecture hall was a cavernous space of polished dark wood paneling and tiered seating,

Rose's POV "A mistake?" He interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. He rose slowly from his chair, unfolding his tall frame with the graceful prowl of a wolf circling its prey. The movement was deliberate, hypnotic, and it sent a shiver racing down my spine. He rounded the desk, each step measured, his boots thudding softly against the stone floor. "Plagiarism isn't a mistake, Ms. Rose. It's theft. Deception. And in our world—in the pack—deception gets you cast out. Or worse. Ripped apart under the full moon as an example to others." He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form. So close now that his heat radiated against my skin, his scent enveloping me completely. My breath hitched, my body reacting against my will. Fear gripped me—visceral, bone-deep fear that made my palms sweat and my vision blur at the edges. But there was anger too, a hot spark igniting in my chest. How dare he loom over me like this, judging me from his pedestal? He had everything—po

Rose's POV “Enter.” My breath stilled. He’d sensed me. Of course he had. Alphas like him could smell fear from a mile away, hear the stutter of a heartbeat through stone. I pushed the door open. Jason Voss stood at the center of the room, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing the start of a defined collarbone and a streak of old claw scars disappearing beneath the fabric. The scars were pale against his tanned skin, jagged lines that spoke of violence survived, power earned. He held a leather-bound book in one hand, but his attention was fully on me as I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in. “Seven on the dot,” he murmured, slow approval dripping from his tongue. “Good. Omegas who are late… don’t last long.” I swallowed hard, the sound audible in the quiet room. “I didn’t want to risk it.” His eyes—those piercing silver storms—narrowed slightly, as if dissecting my words. He set the book down on hi

Rose’s POV“Lesson one,” he said, voice low and almost conversational, yet laced with unbreakable steel beneath the calm. “Stillness.”He lifted his hand.Slowly. Deliberately. Giving me every agonizing second to anticipate the contact, to feel the weight of it building in the air before it even grazed my skin. The room seemed to hold its breath with me—the candle flames freezing mid-flicker, the shadows pausing their restless dance across the walls, the ancient books on the shelves watching like silent witnesses to whatever ritual was unfolding.I didn’t flinch outwardly. I couldn’t. My body was locked in the posture he’d commanded—spine straight as a blade, shoulders rolled back until my chest ached with the strain, chin level in forced neutrality, hands open and loose at my sides like surrendered weapons. But inside, everything quaked violently. My wolf surged against the barriers of my suppressants, a frantic pacing that clawed at my ribs, its energy coiling and uncoiling in confu

Rose’s POVThe corridor swallowed me whole.Moonlight sliced through the high arched windows in cold, silver bars, turning the stone floor into a fractured chessboard of light and shadow. My boots echoed too loudly—sharp, betraying clicks that ricocheted off the vaulted ceiling like accusations. Each step felt watched, judged, as if the academy itself had eyes in the walls. I walked faster, arms wrapped tight around my torso, as if I could physically hold myself together, as if speed could outrun the heat still pulsing under my skin, the phantom weight of his thumb on my pulse, the echo of his praise searing itself deeper with every frantic heartbeat.Thump-thump-thump.The rhythm was relentless, a war drum refusing to quiet, pounding in my ears, my chest, my throat. My wolf paced alongside it, no longer frantic or cowering, but alert—ears pricked forward, tail low and still, silver eyes fixed on some invisible horizon only it could see. It wasn’t afraid anymore. It was listening. Wa