ALPHA PROFESSOR'S FORBIDDEN AFFAIR

M'S

she asks, her delicate fing

confess I'm a werewolf who marked her as my mate and drea

me to take in her beautiful black eyes. "We were too drunk to have sex, but somehow we ma

before bursting into laughter. The sound is intoxicating, and I can't help but fee

d when I regain my composu

he stops laughing at once, fa

s stays in Vegas, so you don't have to worry," she replies. "Thank you for saving me, but I ne

tiny that I fear m

at a loss for words. What is this w

age to say, and she raises a brow.

at your place?" she scoffs. I let go of her,

you," I stutter, and she s

a huge library and art collections that might interest. Plus, you

Plus, you're my professor, and people will talk if the

ve my driver fetch your car," I c

uickly. I feel desperate, but I want to be around her

and I try to maintain a straig

ks up, I say, "I need you to go to the B & S clu

open my mouth to speak. "A 2008

tin, my mind clouded with the pride in her tone.

he be mo

and I end the call, slidin

dollar bill from my wallet and grab a piec

r mouth to protest. "Keep it, and take it as an ap

lf for a girl? I question myself as

, and I grab my briefcase

I watch the see-through black gate. A yellow cab pulls up, and I walk toward it, op

ast compound. "Wow!" she mouths, walking toward the front door while I watch her

lints off the large bay windows. We walk to the garden behind the house, filled with vibrant colors-roses and lavender bursting with life, filling the air

This can be hers, and I can watch h

ing in a castle

bs the back

t door, which swings open unexpectedly, causing her to yelp in fear as she stumbl

butler, stand

apes my lips as I let go of her. She stands firm, straightening

d box," I instruc

ry move. The walls, lined with elegant artwork, seem to catch her attention. She pauses to admire a fr

nto the living room, where a chandelier above casts a warm glow,

turning to face me again. "I swear I've seen this house in a movie or a book. Where do

to the hall on the right because that's where my art room is situated, a sacred space for our

a drink as I watch Winston apply a plaster to her neck, covering the marks

you see my book collection," I say b

s line the walls, while an intricately carved antique desk sits at the center, paired with a plush leather

s she explores the library, running her fingers along the shelves u

claims, her eyes catching

book, causing her skirt to rise higher. I catch a glimpse of her pink un

five feet tall. Do you h

ust, but I'm not thinking clearly. She

u," I say, clos