Bound To The Professor Alpha Who Wants Me Gone

ting fractured pools of crimson and cobalt across the damp stone floors. The air inside the ancient gothic building was thick. It smelled o

was

shallow breath she drew as she sprinted down the western corridor. Just three weeks ago, her biggest concern was passing he

ck courtroom. The Northwood recruiters had swept in, her parents' memories we

hest. It contained three heavy grimoires, a set of silve

emy for the supernatural world. It was a place where vampires, shifters, and creatures born from shadows came to hone their lethal

ath, her voice trembling slightly. "Supe

of a man's voice drifted into the corridor. It was a voice that commanded obedience. It sounded like velvet wrapped around a steel blade. Ela

ip inside unnoticed and find a seat in the back row. She reached f

the edge of a ra

wide open as she tumbled into the classroom. She threw her hands out to catch herself, but the worn cl

ss vials of colorful ink shattered on impact, sending thick splatters of midnight blue and crimson across the pristine stones. Pens, parchm

e floor for a t

It was the suffocating, predatory silence of fifty elite supernatural pre

ike a fever. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her palms stinging from the hard landing. She kept her head bowed as she scrambled frant

cina

e. It did not echo. It simply dominated the

ing the line of polished black boots standing just inches from her hands. She looked up past dark tailored trousers, past a

or Kael

. His jaw was sharp enough to draw blood, his dark hair falling in careless waves across his fo

cked, the world

e a tether of pure electric heat pulling taut from the very center of her chest and burying itself deeply

cedar. It was the most comforting and terrifying smell she had ever experienced in her life. Elara gasped out

feared professor slipped. The amber in his eyes flared with a blinding, golden light. He looked at her not as a clumsy

hat she step closer. It demanded that she soothe the su

e golden light appeared, it

ed into a mask of pure, unadulterated disdain. The air around him plummeted in t

tained a certain standard of grace for its attendees," Kae

dents sensed the blood in the water. Elara felt the heat in her cheeks burn

feet, clutching her broken bag to her chest like a shie

f your tardiness, Mis

still humming between their chests. He ignored the scent of pine and ozone that was still making Elara diz

t hall. "You have destroyed university property. You have demonstrated a profound

fferently, to seek his approval, to close the distance between them. She fought the urge with every ounce of will

sor," she managed to say, h

edatory. The scent of pine and thunderstorm wrapp

, sliding under her skin like ice water. "And weakness does not survive long in my classroom. Clean up this pathe

back on her, dismi

together, feeling the mocking stares of her new classmates burning into her sp

a wooden chair. Kael Draven returned to the podium. He did not look at her for

desperate rhythm? And why did the dark, terrifyi

or's

walls of ice just as quickly. What did you think of his harsh reaction? Do you think he is just naturally cruel, or is he hiding something?