All Chapters of Sex With The Ruthless Alpha Professor : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

Rose’s POV “Yes,” I moaned, the word fracturing into a needy whine as my hips rolled in tiny, greedy circles around the thick, unyielding stretch of his knot. Every tiny shift dragged the swollen bulge against that devastating spot inside me, sending fresh sparks racing up my spine. “Yes, Alpha—*please*. Make me come again. Make me forget everything but you. Knot me. Fill me. *Own* me until there’s nothing left but us.” Jason’s low, approving growl vibrated straight through his locked cock and into my core, making my walls flutter helplessly around the impossible fullness. “That’s my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice dark velvet threaded with raw possession. His thumb never stopped its lazy, torturous circles on my oversensitive clit—slow enough to tease, firm enough to make my thighs tremble. “Look at you, little omega. Spread open on my desk, skirt rucked up around your waist, blouse hanging off your shoulders, claiming bite glistening from my tongue. Dripping my cum and your sli

Rose's POV He smiled then—that rare, devastating one that softened the sharp lines of his face and made my wolf melt inside me like snow under spring sun. “Every single one. Your fear didn’t weaken me, little one. It reminded me why I chose this. Why I’ve been preparing for months. Councilor Elara still remembers the winter I pulled her unit out of that northern pass—half-frozen, outnumbered, but alive because of the claiming rites I taught them on the march. She owes me her life, and she’s already signed the statement swearing she witnessed the moment the bond formed. Dean Hargrove owes me for keeping his son’s indiscretion with that delta omega quiet last term—no scandal, no headlines, just quiet handling. One word from him and any anonymous scent complaint vanishes from the records. Professor Thorne in Advanced Shifting will swear these ‘tutoring’ sessions are purely academic support for your Lore papers on bond law—gaps in your last submission that only the department head could

Jason’s POV The faculty wing felt heavier tonight, the ancient stones pressing in with a watchful silence that seemed to carry the accumulated weight of every whispered scandal, every sovereign bond challenged, and every alpha who had ever dared to rewrite the rules within these hallowed halls. Torches flickered in their wrought-iron sconces along the corridor, casting elongated shadows that danced across rune-carved archways depicting ancient claiming rites—golden threads of fate binding silver and russet wolves beneath a full moon, alphas and omegas standing shoulder to shoulder against encroaching storms. The air itself felt thicker, charged with the undercurrent of shifting alliances and unspoken questions.Professor Thorne had paused half a beat too long when our paths crossed near the landing of the spiral stairwell, his sharp beta eyes flicking first to the high collar of my shirt where the fabric brushed against the fresh claiming bite on my throat—her mark, small but unmista

Jason's POV The fire in the grate crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls of my office like ghosts from old campaigns. I rose from the desk, the sealed letters a neat stack under the weight of an iron paperweight shaped like a wolf's paw— a relic from the northern passes, where Elara had once pulled me from the brink of a frozen death. The bond hummed low and content, a golden thread that connected me to Rose across the darkened campus, her presence a steady anchor in the quiet hours.I crossed to the window, pushing aside the heavy velvet curtain to gaze out at the moonlit training fields. The academy sprawled below, its towers and courtyards a labyrinth of ancient stone and modern intrigue. Somewhere in the omega wing, Rose was likely curled in her narrow dorm bed, her russet wolf dreaming of the claim she had finally made. The thought stirred a possessive warmth in my chest—not the raw territoriality of a young alpha, but the deep, unyielding certainty o