S*x With The Ruthless Alpha Professor
I took six suppressants this time—six bitter pills, choking them down dry in the bathroom mirror while staring at the faint red marks on my shoulders, the flush still staining my chest, the way my nipples pressed visibly against the shirt no matter how I adjusted.
Breakfast was hell.
The whispers had grown into open stares.
“Sixth night.”
“Voss is keeping her all night now.”
“Look at her—scent’s screaming omega in heat. Suppressants are completely gone.”
“She’s walking like she’s been fucked.”
I kept my head down, tray untouched, coffee scalding my tongue. Lila tried to sit again, concern and something like fear in her eyes, but I stood abruptly and left before she could speak.
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