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I never imagined that my scholarship to Nocturne Academy would lead me straight to my mate. At eighteen, I was supposed to focus on my studies, carve out a future beyond the limits of my modest upbringing, and leave behind the life I once knew. But then I met Elias Grey—my enigmatic professor, the man fate has tethered me to in ways I can’t begin to fight. He's everything I shouldn’t want: older, untouchable, born into privilege, and bound by expectations that would crush a weaker man. As the heir to the Grey legacy and the son of Nocturne’s powerful dean, Elias knows what’s at stake. But how do you turn your back on something that feels inevitable? The pull between us is undeniable. But desire alone isn’t enough—not when Elias faces relentless pressure to marry Claudia Castille, the woman chosen to secure his family’s influence. Caught between obligation, longing, and fate, Elias and I must decide: How far are we willing to go to hold onto something everyone tells us we can't have?

BLURB: I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted to the spot, my breath trapped in my chest. The soft creak of the wooden table, the rhythmic thud of bodies colliding, and skin clapping against each other, the low, guttural growl that escaped Professor Kai’s lips— as he thrust hard in the man's butt hole, it all carved itself into my mind, raw and unrelenting. I was glued on the spot, I felt my chest tightened. I was pained. I was jealous. Since the first day Professor Kai came to the school I had fallen for him, I had wanted to have him for myself, and now I'm seeing him with someone else. It breaks me! Journey with a student who fell in love with it's Professor. But what if the professor has a dark past life?

After the heated kiss, Sebastian's expression softened, his eyes still burning with desire. "I wasn't avoiding you," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. "I just want you to focus on your studies, not me all the time. You're a topper, baby," he said, a hint of pride in his tone. "And if you don't score well, I'll think it's because of me." His gaze locked onto hers, intense and serious. "In college, we should remain like professors and students—professional and detached. But outside..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You can consider me your boyfriend, husband, friend... Daddy." **** "Adeline!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with emotion. But as he wrapped his arms around her, she distanced herself, her body language screaming rejection. "Sebastian, don't," Adeline warned. "Why didn't you answer my calls? I've been worried sick, imagining the worst, and feeling helpless. It's been three agonizing days since I last saw you, and I've been unable to focus on anything." Adeline remained silent, "What's wrong, Adeline? You're scaring me," he pleaded. "I'm pregnant," she stated. Sebastian's face lit up with joy, his eyes shining with excitement. "Oh, Adeline! We're going to be parents!" he exclaimed. But his happiness was short-lived, as Adeline's next words shattered his dreams. "I'm going to abort this child," Adeline declared. Sebastian's world crumbled around him, his heart shattering into a million pieces. "But before I do, I wanted to tell you," Adeline continued. "That's why I'm here—to end this chapter of our lives and move on." Adeline's voice dripped with finality. "Everything between us ends with this child," she declared.

"Keep them open!" he growled, his fingers trailing up her thigh. "You know you’re my ruin, don’t you?" She whimpered, feeling the heat of his breath against her skin as he leaned closer. "Let me see you. I want you spread wide for me. Now!" he demanded. ** Tainting a good girl’s innocence has always been my super power, but with her, I crave something more. Bending my wickedness until it’s twisted enough to be worthy of her purity. I’m Hiram Howler. This is the story of a depraved alpha prince.

Ember never meant to make a king. She was just trying to survive her heat without embarrassing herself in front of the massive, infuriatingly calm wolf living in the loft next door. Ember has spent most of her life keeping people at a distance. She’s stubborn, private, and perfectly happy suffering through things alone—including the inconvenient attraction she’s been pretending not to feel toward Ghost. Ghost notices everything. He notices when Ember skips meals. When she hasn’t slept. When she’s pretending she doesn’t need help. Calm, steady, and impossible to shake, he’s the kind of man who doesn’t push—but also doesn’t leave. Which becomes a problem when a violent storm destroys half of Ember’s apartment and Ghost is the one who drags her out of the wreckage. Suddenly the fiercely independent she-wolf who hates relying on anyone is stuck living next door to the one man she’s been trying not to want. Then Ember’s heat hits. What starts as proximity and stubborn attraction turns into something neither of them expected when their bond snaps fully into place—awakening a long-buried bloodline Ember never knew she carried. For generations, wolves like her were known as Kingmakers—rare mates capable of exposing corruption and keeping pack leadership honest. Twenty years ago, someone tried to wipe them out. Now Ember’s power has awakened. And the quiet city she and Ghost call home—long governed by careful politics instead of true pack leadership—is about to change. Because Ghost never wanted to be an Alpha. But Ember’s bloodline has a habit of exposing exactly the kind of wolf who should be. And Ember might have just made a king.

Noah Kline is the picture of daytime purity. He is a shy philosophy student who wears glasses and shrinks under Dr. Alexander Elliott's piercing gray stare during ethics lectures. His heart races as he imagines those commanding hands bending him over the podium. At night, he turns into Nyx, the club's dirtiest pole dancer. His body is oiled and shining, his hips grind against steel in a way that makes cocks throb below. He drops into a slow, dirty split that makes cocks throb below. With his thighs spread wide around the pole, he rolls his pelvis in wet, teasing circles. His thong is soaked and clinging to his leaking erection while men stuff hundreds into his garter and fingers graze his balls. When Noah needs money for school, he gets a private VIP gig. He climbs the pole in a tiny thong and a glittering harness. He bends back and slides his fingers inside the waistband to tease his own hole on stage, moaning softly as the crowd cheers. Then the lights catch a familiar face: Professor Elliott, coming out of the shadows, his suit clean and his eyes black with wild hunger. Elliott rushes onto the stage and slams Noah's chest against the cold pole. "Daytime little mouse can't meet my eyes," he growls, shoving his knee between Noah's thighs to rub against his sore cock. "But here you are, dripping and begging strangers to break this tight hole?" Rough hands pull the harness aside, and Elliott's fingers go between Noah's cheeks, circling his entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside and curling them to hit his prostate hard.

In a bid to lose her innocence to some random guy just before she leaves for college, Leah goes to a bar full of men with her friend. However, fate draws her to one man and she goes home with him. After a night of wild passion, she doesn't remember much but his face is not one she can forget. Her first class on campus, she realises the man who took her first kiss and virginity is none other than Jared, her Econs professor.What can she do? What should she do? Pretend it never happened or confront him on the fact that he'd left her all alone in his house and had to find her way back home?Jared thinks he's made the biggest mistake of his life but what happens when Leah is named a second representative of her class, will he continue to make that mistake? Secrets will be exposed, friends will become haters.Will their past leave them alone or will it come hunting for both of them in human form? How long can they pretend? How long can they hide it from the school?

He fucked her so deep she forgot everything–her name, her job, the fact that he was her student and the fact that Melvin was somewhere in this city looking for her with seven years of rage in his chest but none of it mattered when Elroy had her like this. Elroy Vans is twenty three and rich. He does not ask, he takes, bends her over, pulls her hair, fucks her until she is sobbing, cumming, scratching his back bloody and begging for more. She is his professor who soaks through her panties grading his papers Now she cannot think straight or sleep or stop crawling back to his bed like she has no sense left in her body. Melvin is close and angry but she is too busy cumming to care. How do you choose between the man destroying you and the one who fucks you like he wants to save you even if it's forbidden?

"You are my friend's daughter. I should not be doing this, Meredith." He breathed shakily, but I could feel that he wanted me. His hard member was a glaring testament. I cupped him, suddenly feeling confident as I sat on his legs. "A...anyone could enter the classroom now." Did he just stutter? Did the most confident, intelligent, and wealthy nerd just stutter because of my touch? Earl Sherwood makes me feel hot and wet, but he is my college professor. I try everything I can being an anti-social autistic student to get close to him, and when I think I got a chance, he turns out to be my Dad's friend. Now, he's going to be my private tutor, and I can't wait to see how much I'm going to learn in private.

Renata never imagined her entire academic future would collapse overnight. Her scholarship had been revoked, expulsion was looming over her, and her little sister, Alea, needed a fortune to survive a rare illness. Just when Renata thought she had nowhere left to turn, Dominic Sinclair appeared—a young professor known for being the coldest and most powerful figure on campus—offering a proposal she could not escape. “Become my secret girl. You don’t need to be smart. Just be beautiful, obedient, and available whenever I want you. Your grades and living expenses will be taken care of.” Renata knew it was madness. Immoral. Dangerous. But for Alea—for her sister’s life, for her own future—she walked into Dominic’s office at exactly three in the afternoon. Wearing a mini skirt. And the moment that door closed behind her, Renata’s life changed forever.