All Chapters of Sex With The Ruthless Alpha Professor : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Mine to protect.

Rose's POV Breakfast in the great hall was torture dressed as normalcy.The long oak tables groaned under platters of eggs, fresh bread, and spiced porridge. Sunlight streamed through stained-glass windows depicting ancient pack founders, casting colored patterns across the stone floor. I slid into my usual seat at the omega end of the table, keeping my head down, hood still up even though it was against etiquette indoors. Lila was already there, dark curls bouncing as she gestured wildly about something. Mara sat across from her, quiet as always, picking at a slice of toast.I reached for coffee with hands that still trembled faintly.Lila stopped mid-sentence, nose flaring. Her eyes widened.“Rose… *gods*. You smell—” She leaned in, voice dropping to a scandalized whisper. “You smell *mated*. Like… pine and steel and… *claimed*. What happened last night? Did you finally—?”I nearly dropped the mug. Hot coffee sloshed over my fingers, but I barely felt the burn.“Nothing,” I lied, t

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You are mine to cherish.

Rose’s POV The room emptied with unusual speed, as though every student in the lecture hall had suddenly remembered an urgent appointment elsewhere. Notebooks snapped shut with sharp clicks that echoed off the high stone ceiling. Chairs scraped back in a hasty, uneven rhythm. Bags were slung over shoulders with a little too much force, and low murmurs rippled through the crowd like wind through dry leaves—nothing loud enough to be overheard, but the undercurrent was unmistakable. Curious glances flicked toward the podium, then away just as quickly. A few seniors lingered by the door, exchanging weighted looks, but even they filed out when Jason didn’t dismiss them with his usual crisp “That will be all.” Within thirty seconds the heavy oak door clicked shut behind the last straggler, the sound final, almost ceremonial. The lecture hall felt suddenly vast and intimate at once, the rows of empty desks like silent witnesses to something far more dangerous than academic debate. The

Last Updated : 2026-02-23

The guilt was louder.

Rose’s POV I hesitated, eyes burning with unshed tears that blurred the sharp lines of his face into something softer, almost dreamlike. Then I lifted my gaze. There was no fury in his silver eyes. No wounded ego. Just steady, unwavering resolve and beneath it—pain. The quiet, bone-deep pain of waking alone, reaching across cold sheets for the mate who had chosen to carry the weight by herself. The bond carried it all to me in a single, searing wave: the moment he had sat up in the empty bed, palm pressing into the still-warm indentation where my body had been, the low rumble of my name leaving his lips before consciousness had fully returned, the instinctive flare of his wolf rising to search for what was missing—snarling silently at the empty room, claws flexing against the mattress as if it could drag me back. I felt the ache of it like my own, a hollow echo in my chest that made my knees threaten to buckle. The claiming bite on my throat pulsed in sympathy, hot and alive, sen

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Stay away from me.

Rose's POV The bond pulsed stronger now, steadier, a living golden current that wrapped around the jagged cracks in my heart like thread stitching wounds shut one careful, patient loop at a time. I felt his wolf inside it—massive silver shadow standing guard at the edge of my mind, not snarling or lunging, just waiting. Ready. Immovable. Offering me every ounce of his strength without demanding I take it, without growling *mine* like some lesser alpha would. My own wolf nuzzled closer to that silver presence, a soft, rumbling purr vibrating through my chest and straight into the bond. For one treacherous heartbeat I let myself imagine it all: waking beside him every single morning with sunlight slanting across the sheets, no more sneaking out before dawn, no more lies or scent-blockers or high collars hiding the mark on my throat. Pups—tiny ones with his molten silver eyes and my stubborn russet curls—tumbling across a sunlit floor in a cottage far beyond the academy walls, laughte

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I'll be waiting.

Rose’s POV His silver eyes held mine, steady and molten. “But I will see you at 7pm in my office, little omega.” The words landed like a velvet-wrapped command, gentle yet absolute. They sank straight into my bones, into the raw new bond, into the place where my wolf already danced with joy at the promise of being near him again. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out except a broken sound—half plea, half surrender. He didn’t step closer. He didn’t need to. The bond did the work for him, wrapping warm and patient around my fractured heart. “Doors locked. Wards up. No one will know it’s anything but a professor meeting with a student who needs help after hours. But there, in private… we talk. Or we sit in silence and let the bond steady itself. Whatever you need. I won’t push for more than you’re ready to give tonight. But I won’t let you vanish from my life completely, Rose. Not when this bond is still so new and raw and needs tending like any fresh wound. Come at 7pm. Please.” H

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I'm terrified.

Rose's POV **The Corridor – Moments Later**The stone walls pressed closer as I rounded the corner toward the omega wing, their ancient granite seeming to lean in like judgmental elders in the council chambers, cool and unyielding beneath my trailing fingertips. My boots echoed too loudly in the sudden hush, each step a hollow *thud-thud-thud* that matched the frantic rhythm of my heart and the insistent tug of the bond stretching tighter with every inch I put between us. The midday rush had thinned to a scattering of stragglers— a beta scholar clutching scrolls, two deltas giggling over shared notes—but even they gave me a wide berth, nostrils flaring subtly as if catching the faint, treacherous thread of pine smoke and cold iron bleeding through my failing scent blockers. The air carried the distant clang of the academy bell tower marking the half-hour, wind whispering through the stone arches overhead like gossip already taking flight. I pressed a shaking hand to my chest, right

Last Updated : 2026-02-24

No touching until I say, little one.

**That Evening – The Dorm**Dinner in the vast oak-beamed hall was its own special kind of torture, the kind that clawed at every heightened sense the bond had sharpened in me overnight. Long trestle tables groaned under platters of roasted spiced chicken glistening with herbs, buttered root vegetables steaming in earthen bowls, and fresh-baked rye bread still warm from the ovens—the scents thick and savory, normally comforting but tonight clashing violently with the rose-pine-iron cocktail bleeding from my skin despite two fresh applications of Lila’s strongest blockers. I pushed bites around my plate with my fork, the metal scraping obnoxiously against porcelain, while Lila chattered nonstop beside me about anything but the obvious: Shifting Theory midterms looming like storm clouds, the brutal new tactical obstacle course that had left half the alphas bruised and boasting in the corridors, the latest ridiculous rumor about Dean Hargrove’s secret delta lover sneaking through the so

Last Updated : 2026-02-24

Steady me, Alpha

Rose’s POV The clock on the dresser ticked past six-thirty, each soft click like a heartbeat echoing through the quiet dorm room. I jolted awake from the shallow, restless doze I’d fallen into, heart slamming against my ribs as if the bond itself had reached through the darkness and shaken me. Moonlight had shifted across the floor, silver pools now stretching toward my bed like invitations. Lila’s breathing was deep and even, her earbuds still playing that faint lute melody that had lulled her under. The room smelled of sleep and our shared lotions, but underneath it all—inescapable—was *him*. Pine smoke and cold iron, wrapped so tightly around my changed scent that even the strongest blocker vial Lila had pressed into my palm at dinner couldn’t fully mask it anymore.I sat up slowly, thighs pressing together against the persistent ache that had never really faded. My sleep shorts were damp, the sheets beneath me sticky with evidence of the denied orgasm and the slick that had leake

Last Updated : 2026-02-24

Shhh

Rose’s POV The word left my lips like a prayer and a surrender all at once—“Alpha”—and the air between us changed. The bond flared so bright I felt it behind my eyelids, golden fire licking along every nerve, chasing the last cold edges of my daytime terror. Jason’s silver eyes darkened to molten mercury, pupils blown wide with hunger and something far deeper, far more possessive. His thumb stilled on my cheek for one heartbeat, then slid down to trace the line of my jaw, slow and deliberate, as if he were memorizing the exact shape of my surrender.“Brave little omega,” he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated straight through my chest and settled low in my belly. “Asking your alpha to steady you when every instinct is still screaming to run. That takes strength, Rose. More than you know.” He didn’t rush. Never rushed. That was part of what undid me every time—the way he gave me space even while claiming every inch of it. His other hand came up to cup the back of my neck, fing

Last Updated : 2026-02-24

so fucking full of me.

Rose's POV When I finally sagged, limp and panting, he withdrew his fingers slowly, holding them up between us. They glistened, coated to the knuckles in my slick. He locked eyes with me and licked them clean, one by one, a low, satisfied rumble vibrating in his chest. “Fucking delicious,” he growled. “But I need more.” He unbuckled his belt with one hand, the metallic clink and slow rasp of leather sending fresh slick trickling out of me. The zipper followed—loud, deliberate. His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, the shaft flushed dark and veined, the base already swollen with the beginning of his knot. The head was glistening with pre-cum, a fat pearl beading at the slit. My mouth watered; my core clenched so hard it hurt. I reached for him instinctively, fingers brushing the hot, silky length, but he caught my wrists in one big hand and pinned them gently but firmly above my head against the desk. The position arched my back, thrusting my breasts higher. His free hand fiste

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