All Chapters of S*x With The Ruthless Alpha Professor : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Rose’s POV The lake had given me space to breathe, but Jason knew I needed more than quiet water and moonlight. After we lingered there long enough for the worst of the tremors to fade from my limbs, he pressed one last kiss to my claiming marks and murmured against my skin, “My quarters are too far. Office. Now. I need you somewhere private where I can remind you exactly who you belong to before the rest of the world tries to pull you under again.”I didn’t argue. The bond thrummed with his need—protective, possessive, laced with that dark hunger that always made my core clench even when my heart still ached. My thighs were still sticky, the slow, relentless drip of his earlier loads a constant, intimate reminder with every step as we left the lakeside path and cut back toward the faculty wing. The academy grounds were quieter now, dusk settling in soft purples and golds, but I still felt eyes on us. A pair of omegas near the fountain whispered behind their hands. A beta professor n

Rose's POV I stayed bent over the desk long after the knot had eased, my cheek pressed to the scattered papers, chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through me in lazy, golden waves. Jason’s cum was still leaking out of me in thick, warm pulses—slow and obscene, each one a filthy reminder that I was his, claimed so thoroughly my body refused to let go. The bond hummed between us like a living heartbeat, feeding me his satisfaction, his love, the dark protective fury that still simmered beneath it all. Adrian’s words tried to echo—*knocked-up student, ethics hearing, teacher’s whore*—but they dissolved against the solid weight of Jason’s cock still nestled inside me, the way his knot had locked us together like nothing else in the world mattered. He didn’t pull out right away. Instead he draped himself over my back, silver hair brushing my shoulder, lips finding the claiming marks on my throat again. His tongue traced them slowly, reverently, sucking just hard enough to make them bl

Rose’s POV Morning came too quickly.I woke before the bells.Before the academy stirred to life beyond the stone walls.Before the first wave of dread could fully form, I knew where I was—not in the cafeteria, not on a washroom floor, not trapped under the weight of a hundred cruel eyes—but in Jason’s bed, wrapped in warmth and linen and the fading gold hum of the bond.His arm was still around my waist.Heavy.Possessive.Protective even in sleep.For one suspended moment, I let myself stay there and simply breathe.The room was dim with dawn, the curtains only just beginning to pale at the edges. Jason’s quarters held that soft, pre-morning stillness that made everything feel briefly suspended outside of consequence. His heartbeat thudded steadily against my back. His breath stirred the hair near my temple.And then memory returned all at once.The cafeteria.Lila.The video.Adrian in Jason’s office, leaning in the doorway with that polished smile and those dead, interested eyes

Rose’s POV The hallway outside the chamber felt… different.Quieter than before.Not because it actually was—students still passed, voices still echoed, life still moved—but because something inside me had shifted.I wasn’t shrinking anymore.Not the way I had been.Jason didn’t rush me.He didn’t speak immediately either.His hand remained at the small of my back, warm and steady, guiding without forcing. The contact was subtle enough that no one could call it inappropriate—but through the bond, it felt like an anchor pressed deep into my spine.You did well.The words didn’t leave his mouth.They moved through the bond—quiet, certain, unmistakable.My breath caught slightly.“I thought I was going to fall apart in there,” I murmured, barely above a whisper.“You didn’t.”We walked slowly down the corridor, away from the chamber, away from the weight of that room.“I wanted to,” I admitted. “When they asked about… everything. When he started pushing—”Jason’s hand tightened just sli

Adrian’s POV The corridor beyond the council chamber was empty. At least at first glance. High windows let in a blade of pale morning light that cut across the stone floor in long white bars. Dust moved slowly through it. Somewhere far below, the academy bell marked the quarter hour. Footsteps echoed in the distance and then faded. Adrian walked without hurry, hands sliding into his pockets, posture settling back into the easy, neutral confidence people expected from him. Controlled. Predictable. Safe enough to dismiss. He turned one corner. Then another. Only when he was far enough from the chamber that no one could accidentally overhear did the mask slip. His jaw tightened. A tendon flickered in his cheek. His steps slowed. And then he stopped entirely beside a darkened window alcove overlooking the lower court. Outside, students crossed the grounds in clusters, black uniforms moving through the morning like flocks of crows. The lake glimmered faintly beyond the trees.