One Night With My Alpha Professor Novels & Stories

I ask myself, finally locking eyes with him. “Done looking at me?” He says, a hint of cockiness in his voice. I scoff, shaking my head. “I was just wondering why a professor would choose to undress before his student.” I spit defiantly. My words make a muscle tick in his jaw, adding to his pure masculine beauty. “Oh, trust me, undressing is the least I'll do here…” “What more will you, professor?” I bite out, and the tempo of my heart heightens. Professor Logan tilts closer, trapping me with his body as he keeps his hands on both sides of me.

“I was enjoying my peace and quiet until you came along, and you've made it clear that whatever happened between us could no longer happen again, and quite frankly, it shouldn't. You're the professor of neuroscience for fuck's sake.” He laughed, his head falling back. Amusement danced in his irises I could almost notice an ethereal glow in them. “So, you're mad I said we couldn't fuck because I am your professor? Will you have sex with me if I said otherwise? Alexis.” he purred. “will you let me in you If I said it was cool and wanted to be intimate with you again cause I fucking want to be inside you again.” I swallowed hard, blinking as I tried to ignore the effects his deep timbre voice h

I murmur, my hand dropping from the chair to the back of his neck. I let my thumb stroke the soft skin there, right over his gland. "You didn't eat all night. You're not fainting in class, Everett. You're mine, and I keep what's mine fed." The whispers turn into a roar. "He stayed the night?" "He knows about the fever?" "Holy shit, they're mated..." Everett looks like he's about to combust. He's so pink, so undone, so ruined. The professor walks in, stopping as if he's hit a wall. He looks at me—the Senior Captain, the Alpha King, sitting in a freshman history class—and then he looks at Everett.

She was so worried and sad that I won’t let her in. What was I supposed to tell her? That I was with the Alpha of a neighboring pack? One of the most powerful Alphas in the States painted me naked after we had sex at night and then hugged his ex like she was his Sun the next morning. I couldn’t do that. I still couldn’t believe it had happened. The night was so magical. From the evening behind the alley to the morning by the frozen lake. When did the dream end? Why did it turn into a nightmare?

I think he saw me and smirked. My breath hitched. I have just one question. How on earth... is my one night stand my professor?

“You'll enjoy this.” My body burned with desire. I wanted him to end the talks and get to work. He did just that. His hands slid down my hips, and he pressed closer. His cock had gotten even more erect. It rubbed against my pussy lips from behind. I moaned. The sensation was sharp and electric. My head spun with pleasure. I couldn't wait for him to slide in.. A loud knock shattered the moment. “Professor Kael?” "Yes?" “Alpha Lucian wants to see you. Now.”

I honestly don’t know why I’m taking this extra course, but I guess it’s because communication is a basic need in the business world, and with additional courses on my schedule, I spend less time at home with Janice and her boyfriend. I sit down without looking at who is already sitting there, my eyes trained on the professor. But when someone’s muscular leg brushes against mine, I feel a jolt of electricity. Heat prickles up my skin, and I sneakily glance out of the corner of my eye, my whole body turning tense when I see I’m sitting beside Alpha Weston. My skin crawls. I’m seriously torn between being afraid of the insanely large werewolf or admiring his amazing physique and beautiful face

Whispers floated through the air, just loud enough for my wolf hearing to catch. "New pack member." "Alpha's stepdaughter." "She smells off." I kept my eyes down, pretending I did not hear them, pretending their words did not make my wolf stir uncomfortably. The professor entered exactly on time, a middle-aged wolf with greying temples who immediately launched into a lecture about political power structures. I pulled out my notebook and tried to focus. Ten minutes in, the door slammed open. Lucas Pierce strolled in like he owned the place, coffee cup in hand, lazy grin on his face. The professor did not comment, he did not even pause his lecture. Fear or respect, I could not tell which.

We need to tear this human away from her! It was only then that the reality hit Cole: his fated mate was a human. Standing silently in the shadows, he watched her every move—how she danced, drank, and laughed without a single care. A dark thought rumbled in his chest: She has no idea how her life is about to change. She belongs to an alpha now. Soon, he watched as the color drained from her face, her head spinning as dizziness took over. He tracked her as she slipped away to the washroom, and with his enhanced hearing, he caught every word of the malicious plot between Alex and Sophia.

“Renzo…” “Call me Alpha when we’re alone, Little One,” I whispered against her skin. Her breathy, yielding voice said, “Yes, Alpha. Please… I want you." I moved between her thighs, easing into her with care. She gasped, still tender from before, but I couldn’t hold back—I could never get enough of her. That night I claimed her again, and again, until she melted against me, boneless and trembling, her heart beating in rhythm with mine.