7/ Document Everything

As they step out of his office, Miles tightens his fingers on her hip, making her stop, allowing him to turn, and lock the door, before returning his hand to her hip and continuing to guide her to the elevator.

Once the doors have closed, the overwhelming feeling of having to touch her hits him. Miles seems to have no control as he turns and, using his body, he pushes her up against the back of the elevator while grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head before he slams his lips to hers.

His cock goes instantly hard even though he had already ejaculated two big loads of his seed inside the condoms not even half an hour ago. Rubbing his throbbing cock against her in time with his harsh kiss, he is sure that if he wasn’t careful, he would explode in his pants just like the teenager he felt like.

Miles breaks his kiss, steps back and straightens himself as the elevator dings and the doors open.

Placing his hand across her back and against her hip, he then escorts her out of the Professor’s building, across the courtyard and into the dorms. Controlling himself this time as they step into the elevator and then step out on her floor, Professor Miles pulls her to a stop, pushes her up against the wall and whispers next to her ear.

‘You are not to tell anyone what happened between us. I want you in my office after lectures tomorrow, and if you don’t come, I will report you for trying to seduce a Professor of the Academy. I’ll get you thrown out of the college and placed in the  nearest Omega Breeding Centre.’

Isadora and Opal felt his words pull at the Alpha command he had given her in the bathroom, and she nodded her head. He smiles and presses his lips to hers before stepping back and saying.

‘Goodnight, my little Omega. See you in lecture tomorrow.’

Isadora stayed leaning against the wall as she watched him walk away; she didn’t take her eyes from him or move until he was out of her sight. Then she couldn’t stop as sobs raked through her body and she slid down the wall.

Sensing something was wrong, Gwen got out of bed, walked to the door, opened it and stuck her head out into the hall. Not seeing anything out of place, she is about to step back into the room when she hears a soft sob, looks down to the left and sees Isadora sitting on the floor.

Gwen moves quickly, stepping out of the room and kneeling in front of her. Gwen wraps her arms around her and whispers in a slightly panicked tone.

‘Isa, what happened?’

Fighting the Alpha command to keep quiet, Isadora sobbed as she whispered.

‘Pro-Professor… Pro-Professor K-Knight… He… He… I-I couldn’t…’

Gwen takes a deep breath. Isadora then flinches as her wolf surges forward with a deep, threatening growl. Even without being an Elite Alpha/Luna Protector in training, Gwen would have been able to scent the slight tinge of blood and the Professor's scent that was prominent all over her beyond the t-shirt of his she was now wearing instead of her college blouse.

Having a feeling she knew what had happened between Isadora and Professor Knight, Gwen also knew that, other than his Alpha pheromones and the scent of sex, there was no proof that it wasn’t consensual, and most would believe the Alpha over an Omega, and even if the Omega claimed rape, it would be the Omega being punished, not the Alpha.

The laws around Omegas were shit; they used to protect Omegas; however, something happened over time, and now those same laws do nothing to protect the Omegas, only the Alphas, Betas or Gammas that wanted to take advantage of the lowest of werewolf ranks.

Gwen helps Isadora to her feet and into their dorm and over to her bed. Gwen sits Isadora down, and she winces as she scrambles until her back hits the wall. She then pulls her knees up to her chest before wrapping her arms around them and leaning her head on her knees as she silently starts sobbing again.

Isadora flinches but doesn’t move when the bed dips as Gwen crawls onto it and then sits next to her, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her into her side, offering her comfort that Isadora seemed to be needing.

Later that night, after Isadora had gotten a little sleep, Gwen had convinced her to allow her to document everything, even getting around Professor Miles’ Alpha command by making a personal journal detailing everything he did, as she wasn't technically telling anyone and she had no real control over who read the contents.

Unfortunately, the only thing that they couldn’t document or prove was that he had stolen her virginity or that he had used wolfsbane, his Alpha pheromones and his Alpha aura on her to get what he wanted.

Finally exhausted to the point where they both could barely keep their eyes open, Isadora lay down with Gwen’s arms wrapped around her and slipped into a restless sleep, as images of what Professor Miles did played over and over in her subconscious.

The next morning, Isadora ignored the soreness of her body, showered and dressed before heading to her lectures as if the night before had not even happened, and then once all lectures were complete, Isadora did as Professor Miles had asked and met him in his office.

Professor Miles’ voice made her cringe as she stepped into his office, and he growled.

‘Close and lock the door, then come here. My little Omega.’

Whimpering at the subtle Alpha command in his undertone, she does as he says, turns, and closes the door, but fights the order to lock it. With a little help from Opal, she places her fingers on the lock and turns it, knowing that the Alpha Professor standing behind the desk is waiting for the click.

Isadora turns the lock, allowing it to click before quickly turning it back. She then turns around and walks over to stand in front of him. Miles smiles and slides his hand on her cheek as he whispers.

‘Beautiful… So, beautiful… Turn around.’

Again, she follows his command and turns so that her back is to his front. Miles steps closer to her and wraps his arms around her waist while he skims his nose and lips up and down the side of her neck.

Isadora tenses when his hands start to slide up and down her body, stopping to fondle her breasts through her blouse. Miles turns them so that they are now facing his desk before he makes her take a couple of steps forward, causing the front of her thighs to press up against the edge of his desk. Miles skims his lips up her neck to pause at her ear as he whispers.

‘Lie over my desk, reach up and place your hands on the other edge and don’t let go for any reason unless I tell you to… Understand?’

With her and Opal’s minds clear this time, Isadora had no intention of doing what Professor Miles wanted, as she wasn’t his; she didn't belong to him, though with how he was holding her, she knew that she couldn’t get away from him, so she nodded slightly and whispered.

‘Yes, sir…’