Chapter Forty-five Thalina The night air was cool against my skin as I stood frozen on the sidewalk, staring at him. Professor Maverick leaned casually against the sleek black car, his signature cocky smirk tugging at his lips, though his eyes held a softness I wasn’t sure he was even aware of. What was he doing here? At this hour? "Hey, baby girl," he drawled again, his voice low and velvety, making my heart stutter in a way that was both infuriating and exhilarating. I crossed my arms, trying to appear unfazed. "What are you doing here?" He straightened and closed the distance between us with measured steps, his height and presence effortlessly commanding. Before I could process it, his hands were on my waist, pulling me close, so close that I could feel that intoxicating bulge pushing against my stomach. "I couldn’t get my mind off you," he murmured and stopped, his lips brushing my ear as his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. It wasn’t just his breath, but th
Chapter One Thalina “Don’t forget everything I told you, and make sure you send back reports of your progress every week,” Father said. I nodded at him and looked out of the window. I could already see the school, and my reality became clearer than before. I was being sent on a mission for my pack—a mission that could either take my life or the life of the most powerful person in the kingdom, the Alpha King. He was the ruler of all ten packs, and our pack was one of them. “He has been traumatizing us for years; we need to put an end to it.” Ever since Father told me about this mission, I had been wondering why I was chosen for such a significant task. I always knew Father didn’t care much about me, and he always blamed me for Mother’s death, but I couldn’t understand why he had to send me on this dangerous journey, especially when I just experienced the biggest heartbreak of my life. “Ember and Fenris will be getting mated soon,” Father said, and I immediat
Chapter Two Thalina When I got close to him, the first thing I noticed was how tall he stood—well over six feet, towering above me and making me feel so small beside him. His presence was so overwhelming and commanding, I could tell he was pthe kind of man who commanded a room without saying a word. I couldn't take my eyes off his face. He was clearly older, maybe a decade or two my senior, but that only made him more attractive. God! How could he be so hot? Everything about him from his head, down to his cock was one to die for. The lines around his eyes, the touch of gray at his temples, and the soft groan that escaped his lips—all of it screamed experience. The kind of experience someone like me—innocent and untouched—needed. I knew this was wrong. He was a stranger, I just met him. Above all, he was a professor, someone I shouldn’t even be thinking about in this way. But the magnetic pull I felt towards him was irresistible, stronger than anything I had ever felt. It
Chapter Three Thalina “I want to fuck this these tits…” He stopped and squeezed my boobs, his fingers roughly pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. A low, guttural growl escaped his lips as he tugged on the sensitive peaks, making my body arch into him. God! No man has ever touched me this way. He knew just where and how to touch me. "These perfect tits," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin as he lowered his head, brushing his lips over the fabric. "I’m going to devour them." His growl was followed by a sharp snap of his teeth, sending shivers through me, my whole body trembling with pleasure. In one swift motion, he ripped open my shirt, buttons flying across the room, creating sounds that only added to sparks flying around. His hands moved to cup my bare boobs, squeezing them firmly as his mouth latched onto one of my nipples, sucking hard while his other hand teased the opposite one, rolling it between his fingers. Fucking hell… This was it?
Chapter Four Thalina His words sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could respond, he dropped to his knees, setting my legs on his shoulders, his eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that made my heart race violently. A hunger I had never seen on anyone’s face—a hunger that made me quiver with longing, sending heat rushing through my core. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide and resting them on his shoulders. God! He was so perfect. He was a professor, and this could put us in difficult situations afterward. I could be ruined if anyone found out that I did this on my first day here. But fuck that! I didn’t care. I wanted him more than I cared about the consequences. He buried his head between my legs, the heat of his mouth sending waves of electricity through me. I quivered, more wetness dripping down my thighs, and he chuckled. "Already so wet for me," he growled against my skin, the vibration of his voice causing my back to arch, pressing harder again
Chapter Five Talon Maverick Working undercover at a college with my kind of status could be tiring, boring, and sometimes overwhelming, but a few pussies here and there were all I needed to get back into the rhythm. And these women… they were always willing to give in to me. Who would taste my cock and not want to have it again? Absolutely no one. Jayden, my beta, and my right-hand man always did an excellent job finding ladies who knew exactly how to please me with every part of their body. But today’s selection was quite exceptional, I must say. She was perfect. She was everything I had been looking for. When I first saw her, I thought she looked too small, too innocent for what I had in mind. I don’t go easy on women I fuck... No. I was going to pay them for it, so why not take what I wanted, as hard as I wanted it? I thought she was too small for that. But she surprised me, taking more than I ever expected. The way her tongue wrapped arou
Chapter Six Talon Maverick She bowed gently, and moved to the only open chair, near the front. Of course. Of all the places to sit, it had to be where I'd see her every time I looked up. Where I couldn't avoid her. My chest tightened as she took her seat, flipping open her notebook like she had been here all along. I noticed how her lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to say something but didn't. Her presence was a reminder of the moments I let go, of the moment I lost my discipline. I just hoped I was seeing wrong. There was no way I buried my head between the legs of someone who was supposed to be my student? A lower ranked wolf. This wasn’t just going against the soothsayer’s instruction, but also against my rules. I had sworn not to ever get involved with any student, or anyone who could be lower ranked. But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I had made a mistake, I couldn’t deny the tingling of my breath and the sparkles that flies throu
Chapter Seven Talon Maverick “What the hell are you talking about?” I growled, fighting the urge to grab her and take what I wanted, what I knew she wanted, too. She chuckled, stepping closer, her hand slowly moving to the fabric of her clothes. My mind flashed to the last time, when I ripped the buttons from her shirt, unable to stop myself from feeling every inch of her skin. Now, she wore a sweater vest over that same shirt, and I knew if she took it off, if I saw those bouncy boobs again, there’d be no stopping me. I’d lose control all over again. I’d take her right there with the same force she was teasing me. I turned away, clenching my fists. “Stop!” I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of both anger and the lust I was trying so hard to suppress. “What do you think you’re doing?” I growled, forcing myself to sound harsh, to remind myself this shouldn’t be happening again. The soothsayer had warned me about temptations on this mission, but no one had prepar
Chapter Forty-five Thalina The night air was cool against my skin as I stood frozen on the sidewalk, staring at him. Professor Maverick leaned casually against the sleek black car, his signature cocky smirk tugging at his lips, though his eyes held a softness I wasn’t sure he was even aware of. What was he doing here? At this hour? "Hey, baby girl," he drawled again, his voice low and velvety, making my heart stutter in a way that was both infuriating and exhilarating. I crossed my arms, trying to appear unfazed. "What are you doing here?" He straightened and closed the distance between us with measured steps, his height and presence effortlessly commanding. Before I could process it, his hands were on my waist, pulling me close, so close that I could feel that intoxicating bulge pushing against my stomach. "I couldn’t get my mind off you," he murmured and stopped, his lips brushing my ear as his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. It wasn’t just his breath, but th
Chapter Forty-four Thalina The rest of the days dragged by, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity as the dull ache of that time of the month refused to ease. The cramps, the discomfort, the irritability—it all piled on, making me wish I could sleep through the week. But something strange happened whenever I was around him. Just a few moments in Professor Maverick’s presence, and the pain seemed to fade away, as if his very existence was a balm to my body’s rebellion. His deep, piercing gaze and that frustratingly smug smirk had a way of pulling me out of my misery. Yet the moment I stepped away from him, it all came rushing back—the ache, the exhaustion, and the endless reminder of why this was my least favorite time of the month. Still, if there was a silver lining, it was this: I wasn’t pregnant. Not that I’d expected to be, but the relief opened up all kinds of possibilities. Fun possibilities. Professor Maverick possibilities. “You’re off in your lit
Chapter Forty-three Talon Maverick The hunger to devour her lips, the thirst for the heat of her folds, the ache to bury myself between her legs—it was consuming me. I had held it all back for days, biting down on my own desires, waiting for her to come crawling back. But Thalina? She wasn’t like anyone else. She wasn’t the kind of woman who crawled. She was more than what I had imagined, more than what I thought I could handle. Thalina wasn’t like any other woman I’d known. She didn’t fall in line, didn’t break the way I expected. She had this way of looking at me, of moving, of existing that made me feel like every woman before her had been a blur. She wasn’t just different—she made me feel different. Hell, she made me feel like I hadn’t lived before her, like I hadn’t fucked a number of women into forgetting their own names. That thought alone should’ve terrified me. I should’ve wanted to walk away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wanted to know more. I wanted to see more. An
Chapter Forty-two Talon Maverick I had been fuming for days. Thalina was driving me insane, avoiding me like I was some damn plague, acting as if what happened between us hadn’t meant anything to her. It pissed me off, more than I’d like to admit. I don’t chase women. They come to me, and I take them how I want, when I want. But this girl…this infuriating girl, had been toying with my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought of her—her body, her taste, the way she moaned for me, the way her tongue wraps around my cock… Fuck! She was driving me crazy. Yet she had the audacity to ignore me, acting as if she wasn’t the same one who kept asking for more. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had been patient, waiting for her to come around, but my patience had run out. I stalked through the hallways of the college, my mind set on one thing. Finding her. She wasn’t getting away this time. I found her walking into the restroom, of all places. Perfect. I followed her, shoved the d
Chapter Forty-one Thalina Hide the knife under my dress, play the perfect obedient servant to the Alpha King, wait until he’s distracted, and then stab him. Or maybe slip a sedative into his drink, wait for him to pass out, and end him while he sleeps. Simple enough, right? Wrong. I snapped my eyes open, grounding myself back in the cold reality that nothing about this would be as simple as I wanted to believe. Father always thought everything was easy—everything except me. To him, I was lazy, irresponsible, too soft to do what was needed. He was wrong. It wasn’t that I couldn’t; it was that I shouldn’t. Yet here I was, with a knife hidden beneath my dress, about to prove him right. The Alpha King. The greatest ruler of them all. The one whose voice alone sends shivers down the spines of even the bravest. The man whose legend is drenched in blood, whose reputation is carved from vengeance. He doesn’t forgive. He doesn’t forget. And if I failed? No, when I failed, becau
Chapter Forty Talon Maverick My lips still burned from the brutal scrub after that terrible mistake I made, but the ache went deeper, clawing through my chest, digging into something I didn’t know could hurt this much. All from a single sight: Thalina stepping out of a sleek, tinted car just few steps from her dorm. The memory of her words slashed through me immediately—“I have a meeting with another professor.” Was that it? Was this him? Another man? Another professor? My jaw clenched. Was she cheating on me now? No. It wasn’t like this was some real relationship, for it to even be called “cheating.” But damn it, she had more pride than that, didn’t she? Jumping to someone else, right after… Why was I even here, lingering outside her place like a fool in love? I was no man to give in to such weak emotions. Why did I care if she walked off with someone else? And why couldn’t I just step out, confront her, demand the answers to the multiple questions disturbing by peace? “
Chapter Thirty-nine Thalina Was this a dream? A twisted nightmare I could still wake up from? Or some cruel joke he thought would be funny? Because the man who just yesterday had told me I was different—the only one he’d ever wanted to kiss this badly—was right there, kissing someone else. Not just anyone. My roommate. The same man who asked me to sit on his face, who had looked at me like I was his sole obsession, was entangled with her now. How could he say all those things, make me feel so much, then betray me like this? But was it really a betrayal? Did I mean anything to him at all? My chest tightened, my heart twisting in that awful, familiar way. Just like when I’d walked in on Finn with Ember. Why did this keep happening to me? Was I not enough? Wasn’t I giving him everything he wanted? Or was it because of the contract? Because I wouldn’t sign? But no… even without signing, I’d been doing almost everything he wanted. Why did he have to do this? Tears pricked at my
Chapter Thirty-eight Talon Maverick The phone buzzed, yanking me out of the thoughts I wasn’t supposed to be having. I grabbed it off the nightstand, the screen flashing with my mother’s name. Great. Pack business, no doubt—something that could wait, in my opinion, but it never did with her. I slid a finger across the screen. “Mother.” “Talon,” she said in that tone that told me I didn’t have much of a choice in whatever she was about to say. “You need to come to the Royal castle. There’s a situation with the pack that requires your attention.” “Is it really necessary?” I fought to keep the impatience out of my voice. It wasn’t like her requests were optional, but a man could try. She was quiet for a second, maybe trying to decide how much of this I’d push back on. “Yes, Talon. It is necessary.” I pushed a hand through my hair, glancing at the door, my mind drifting back to Thalina once again. Yesterday at the mall, the way she looked at me… that damn dresses I’d bou
Chapter Thirty-seven Thalina I watched as Professor Maverick’s car disappeared down the road, the tail lights fading into the darkness. And yet, I stood there, with my pulse still racing, my body still tingling from the memory of his hands, his mouth, and the way he made me feel. The last few hours replayed like some fevered dream: his intimate hot touch at the Ford’s mall, the stolen passionate kisses by his car, the tension filling the air in the car, so thick between us it was hard to breathe. I couldn’t believe I was the girl who had just shared all that with a man who was practically a stranger, but it still felt right. He was a man who saw me, not just some wounded version of myself. My fingers tightened around the handles of the shopping bags, heavy with things he’d asked me to pick. I glanced down at them, barely able to believe it. How did I get here? How did I get to this point where I was being treated more special than I could have ever imagined. After Mom passed