S*x With The Ruthless Alpha Professor
“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 ‘tu