All Chapters of Alpha and Human Professor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The lecture hall hummed with the quiet murmur of students shuffling in their seats and flipping open notebooks. Elena Thompson stood at the podium, adjusting the microphone with practiced ease. The soft overhead light caught the warm auburn highlights in her hair, which fell in soft waves just past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes scanned the room, glimmering with a combination of focus and warmth.As the professor of cultural anthropology, Elena had a knack for making the past feel alive. It wasn’t just her beauty that captivated her students - the soft curve of her lips when she smiled or the way she carried herself with a quiet confidence - but her ability to make ancient rituals and traditions resonate with the present.She glanced at the clock. Ten seconds to noon. “Good afternoon, everyone,” she began, her melodic voice drawing immediate attention. The last few whispers died down as students leaned in to listen.“Today, we’re delving into the fascinating world of folklore,” she said

The sounds of the Moonlight Festival filled the air as Ren stepped onto the festival grounds. Lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, their soft light illuminating the bustling crowd. Music played from a nearby stage, the rhythmic beat of drums blending with the hum of conversations and laughter. But none of it truly registered with him. His mind was elsewhere, caught between the responsibilities of his role as Alpha and the tension that had gripped the pack in recent weeks.He hadn’t planned to attend the festival - his duties kept him busy enough - but something had pulled him here tonight, an instinct he couldn’t quite ignore. As he moved through the crowd, his sharp senses scanned his surroundings, ever alert for danger or disturbance. But what he found instead stopped him in his tracks.A scent.It was faint at first, carried on the wind, but it struck him with such force that he nearly staggered. Lavender, with a hint of something sweet and earthy, a fragrance so intoxicating that

The morning sunlight filtered through Elena’s bedroom window, warm and golden, rousing her from a restless sleep. She stretched lazily, the soft hum of birdsong from outside filling the room. For a brief moment, she felt a sense of peace, but as soon as her mind began to wake, it went straight to him - the man from the festival.Elena sat up, her heart beating a little faster as she recalled the encounter. His piercing amber eyes, the strength of his hands as he’d steadied her, the way he’d looked at her as if he could see straight into her soul. She could still feel the spark of that touch, the jolt that had left her breathless and speechless in equal measure.She shook her head, trying to clear the memory. “Get a grip, Elena,” she muttered to herself as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “You bumped into a handsome stranger. That’s all.”But even as she tried to dismiss it, her chest tightened. There had been something more, something she couldn’t quite put into words. And

Ren leaned against a tree just beyond the edge of the university campus, the bustling activity of students and faculty swirling in the background. His sharp senses picked up fragments of laughter, snippets of conversation, and the rhythmic clicking of heels against the stone pathways. None of it mattered. His focus was solely on her.Through the large windows of the anthropology building, he spotted Elena, her silhouette illuminated by the soft afternoon light. She was seated at her desk, her head bent over some papers, a faint frown of concentration on her face. He couldn’t look away, the pull toward her as magnetic as it was maddening.She’s beautiful, his wolf murmured, its voice tinged with both reverence and impatience. Ours. Why are we not with her?Ren exhaled sharply, his hand flexing against the bark of the tree. Because she’s not ready, he replied silently. And neither am I.The festival encounter had been a shock - an intoxicating, bewildering moment that had left him reeli

Ren’s Point of ViewRen stepped out of the seminar hall, the late afternoon sunlight spilling across the campus. The crisp air should have cleared his mind, but his wolf was already growling in his thoughts.You walked away, the wolf snarled, its tone a mix of anger and frustration. Again.Ren exhaled sharply, his hands clenching at his sides. What did you want me to do? Claim her in front of an entire class? She’s not ready.She felt the pull, the wolf countered. She wanted you to stay.The words stung because they were true. He had seen it in Elena’s eyes, the way her gaze lingered on him during the lecture, the way her voice had trembled slightly when she spoke to him afterward. There was something between them - something undeniable - but he couldn’t just storm into her life and expect her to understand.She’s human, he reminded his wolf, though the argument felt weak even to himself.She’s ours, the wolf growled back. She needs to know.Ren stopped walking, his jaw tightening. Hi