S*x With The Ruthless Alpha Professor
“He said if the board calls him, he stands as my mate. Hand in hand in the assembly hall, marks on full display. No reducing me to ‘temptation.’ If they force exile, we go north together. His land in the border packs—untouched forest, a cabin where the pines sing at night, room for pups with my stubborn russet curls and his silver eyes learning to shift under moonlight.”
Lila’s expression softened, but her practical edge stayed sharp. She reached for the violet suppressor vial on the dresser, uncorking it and dabbing fresh drops behind my ears, at my wrists, along the column of my throat with efficient care. The sharp burn of crushed nightshade and wintermint bloomed, blurring the richer edg