Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Dom Is my Alpha Professor: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lila’s POVIn a month I would turn eighteen, and my pack would decide what to do with a girl who never got her wolf.I'd heard the word exile since I was fourteen. At first in whispers, the older wolves outside my father's office, their voices dropping when I walked past. Then louder, because nobody bothered to hide it anymore. My mother was a gamma warrior who shifted before she turned ten. My father was the pack's second-in-command, the strongest beta anyone had seen in a generation. And their daughter was the girl who brought nothing to the bloodline.But none of this matters — because I have a boyfriend who loves me dearly.You know, as a paid writer who specializes in BDSM content, I'm still a virgin, but my boyfriend Derek has never taken things further out of respect for me.Three years I'd been with him. Three years of bringing his coffee every morning, saving his seat in the cafeteria, doing his English Lit homework when he was too tired from practice. His father was our Alph

Lila's POVI almost laughed at myself. The man in room 619 was my university Combat Professor，It can't be just a coincidence.His eyes swept the room again, and for half a second — maybe less — they caught on me.Not the way he'd scanned the others. Something shifted. A flicker behind his expression, there and gone. Like a door cracking open and slamming shut in the same breath."Hey, wolfless."The voice cut through my thoughts like a slap. I didn't turn. I knew who it was — the gamma with pink-streaked hair, one of my ex's cheerleader friends."I heard three students in the last five years got exiled after their Coming of Age." She leaned against the wall, inspecting her nails. "No wolf, no pack. That's the rule."I wrapped my hands tighter."Makes you wonder, though." The second one — a tall omega with sharp cheekbones — tilted her head. "Your mother's a gamma warrior. Shifted before she was ten. And you're... this?" She gestured at me. All of me. "You sure you're not a charity cas

Aldrich's POVI didn't come to bars to socialize.The whiskey was decent, smoky, a single malt, and the corner table was far enough from the speakers that I could still think. Saturday nights at these places were predictable. Loud music, louder people, girls in tight dresses hoping to catch someone's attention. I came because the apartment was too quiet sometimes, and the noise here had a shape to it. Orderly chaos.I was reviewing pack expansion proposals on my phone when the crowd near the stage shifted.A girl had climbed onto the platform. She was trying to dance on the pole. Trying hard. Her movements were stiff, her grip unsure. She hooked a knee and nearly slipped. Someone in the front row whistled.She kept going. I should have looked away. She was drunk and out of her depth, and I had five more budget reports to get through before tomorrow's council call. But my eyes wouldn't move.I noticed her body against my will. The dress was short and black and cut to show her collarbon

Third Person POVThe phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Then nothing.Derek pulled it from his ear and stared at the screen. Call Failed. He tried again. Same result. A third time.It took him four attempts to understand.She had blocked him.His jaw clenched until the muscles in his neck went taut. The team went quiet around him. Someone cleared his throat. Nobody collected the money.She had blocked him. The girl who answered his texts in nineteen seconds. The girl who had never, not once in three years, refused him anything. She had blocked his number and left him standing here with an audience."So..." one of the guys started."Shut up."He shoved his phone into his gym bag and yanked the zipper hard enough to jam it. His hands were shaking. Not from sadness. From the fury of being told no by someone who'd never said no before.She was angry about Brielle. Fine. She'd found something she wasn't supposed to see and she was throwing a tantrum. Let her throw it. She'd calm down in

Lila's POVHe meant my ex.I understood. The professor wasn't holding me because he wanted to. He was holding me because half the school was staring and my ex was ten feet away with murder on his face. This closeness was a performance.I swallowed. His fingers were firm at my waist. His chest was warm against mine. His heartbeat was steady and unhurried and mine was not.Then he looked down at me, and something in his eyes shifted.His pupils weren't brown anymore. They were red. Dark, deep red, the color of wine held up to firelight, and they were fixed on me with an intensity that had nothing to do with strategy. It was the way a wolf watched something it wanted to run down. Patient and focused and predatory.My stomach dropped.I felt a pull in my chest. Low and heavy. Something that wanted me closer to him. I wanted to lean into his throat and breathe him in. I wanted to press my face against his neck and stay there. My brain had not authorized any of this, and my legs locked up.