All Chapters of One Lustful Night With My Alpha Professor : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Third Person POV. Scottsdale was another city that harbored the secrets of the Slayers. Filled with trusted fellows, the Slayers had a lot of properties here, even their greatest enemies had no single hint about. Here in Scottsdale, the Slayers had their tech company operating under an anonymous name. It was the modern era, and security had passed, with only guards mounted in the town, manor, or his room. The game changed into technology and they also changed. Two centuries back, it took their united efforts to ruin the wolves. Mr. Fell, he had been the most intellectual amongst them. He was the one that invented the ballista trap, the machine that helped them during their war with the supernatural. Now though, things have shifted hands. About three decades ago, they launched their newest facility in Scottsdale. A place known to only the council members. With the tech company and facility running with their underground sex ring, the Slayers began trapping wolves across North A

Third Person POV. Alpha Yazi's wolf paced around the dungeon, restless. His mind was plagued by memories that he’d never forget. His wolf’s eyes shone in the dim darkness of the dungeon. Memories flashed through his eyes like a reel. He panted hard just as he remembered his last moment with them. He was in the wood mill with Logan, teaching him how to log wood like a true alpha. His son who was merely fifty years old had panted. Logan had nagged that training him to be the perfect alpha was the worst punishment he had ever known. Alpha Yazi had laughed at that. He always laughed at Logan’s disproving words about their intense training. But he knew inwardly, that Logan took his teachings to heart, storing them until the day he’d become the pack’s alpha. He remembered how Anselm would fume at Logan, daring him to give up his birthright as the pack’s alpha so he’d become the alpha. Alpha Yazi would laugh, watching his children as they bickered. His mate would come out of the cottag

Logan’s POV. I’ve examined this leaf for what seems like an eternity now, but I can’t make sense of why the Slayers want me to find where it is planted in Greece. A sigillaria leaf, that’s what they call it. This is exactly the reason why I was summoned to the manor this morning. The four rulers want the leaf found and I must definitely find out why. With a grunt, I scoot away from my seat and reach my bookshelf. I scan the shelf, looking for books that talk about the leaf. Afterward, I settle on five books, reading them page by page until I find something that talks about an ancient tree. In seventeen A.D., the first witch coven had planted a tree in their town square. Apparently, this happened when the moon goddess stopped existing on Earth. There were two werewolf alphas pining for a witch. Both alphas engaged in a duel, looking to see who would be victorious and claim the female as theirs. Unfortunately, no one won over the other as both alphas were of equal strength. After

Third Person POV. Marcel trailed down the stairs, fixing the ropes of his gra-colored robe. He had gotten a message from one of his servants that Yato had come around. Since being back in Oakdale town, Marcel had occupied himself with building a small army and trustees that could help him in winning over his cousin's brother, and the fucking Slayers. Secluded in a mansion in the middle of the clearing on the outskirts of the town, Marcel equipped himself and strategized for the day he’d strike with his warriors. Marcel and Logan were always at loggerheads with each other back when Oakdale belonged to the werewolves. Just like his father had wanted to become the pack’s alpha, Marcel had longed for that seat too. He wanted what Logan had. The power, respect, money, and looks. Marcel fought Logan silently, hoping Logan would fail so he could take over. Unfortunately for him, Logan always did come out smarter. But all that happened centuries ago. Now, Marcel had gotten Logan out of

Logan's POV. It all happens fast. Initially, I'm the one in control, kissing the hell out of my mate but in the blink of an eye, Rain takes control. She's suddenly so invigorated. Tearing her lips into mine, warming my mouth with her velvety tongue. The slap of her tongue on mine surges my body with a sweet sensation. No matter how much I try to take back control, it appears impossible.Rain's hands run down my washboard abs, tearing into my shirt. Goddess! Where did she get such energy from? I ask myself as shock ripples through me. “Oh, my…what a mess…” She whispers looking at my torn shirt, her voice lost in her desire. When we lock eyes, I see hers shimmering dangerously with hunger. Unapologetically, Rain closes the distance between us again and wraps my mouth with hers. Fuck, her kiss is rough, so unlike my mate. Her touch is fierce. Possessive. Nothing about this feels normal. This is otherworldly but my wolf seems to enjoy every bit of this moment. I shudder as he