S*x With The Ruthless Alpha Professor
he continued, voice never wavering, “no later charter may supersede it. Not academy policy. Not pack alliance. Not political expediency.”
He paused, chalk in hand, and wrote the clause on the board with sharp, deliberate strokes. The motion pulled his robe tight across his broad shoulders and the defined line of his back. Someone in the front row actually sighed audibly.
A low giggle drifted from the omega section. Then a whisper—loud enough for sharpened hearing.
“Gods, look at him. I’d let him ruin my scholarship any day. That voice alone could make me drop to my knees.”
Another voice, softer but no less vicious. “Lucky little mid-tier bitch. Bet she’s still leaking him from last night. No