In love with my professor

My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

regalsoul

"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him." Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack-until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her. But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale. For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares. When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken. Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged: ☽ That night wasn't an accident ☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift ☽ And now every Alpha-including her ex-husband-will fight to claim her Too bad she's done being owned. *** Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric. "You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine." A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you." "You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

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ESELY

Friday afternon's last lesson.

Even though it was sweltering than the Devil's pit, Professor Edmend wouldn't switch on the air conditioner since something had gone awry in the vent.

Perhaps some of it was my responsibility after a previous practical joke in the teachers' lounge a few weeks before, but I had no clue how the scent had made its way to the social studies classroom.

The professor jerked his fingers. You'll shortly have examinations. " Focus," he said, gazing at everyone in the room.

I wasn't paying any attention to him. He had to let free. He took each subject seriously, and as a result, I felt as like I was being lectured to rather than attempting to prepare for my final examinations.

I was in my last year. If he had any say in the matter, I would have graduated already. My Omega brothers would be happy to have me remain, so it wouldn't be a problem if I stayed behind.

He yelled, "Esely," this time spitting a bit in the air. Everyone around me is taking notes. He laughed and said, "What are you doing? You're "playing with yourself under the table."

I scowled and shook my head. "It's not appropriate to ask that," At him, I furrowed my brows. It's totally improper, but I'm not.

Around me, the other students laughed. In this classroom and at this school, I was a legend.

I brought fun and vitality to this town. Few others could concur with it.

Probably comedians, but this wasn't a college for clowns. I should know since I looked around for one but none of them would take my swimming scholarship.

"Copy these notes," He made a finger snap. "Be careful to research the theory behind these sociologists. It's significant. "He turned around and grabbed a piece of chalk.

I said, "You can at least turn the A/C on." "

"Perhaps I would if it didn't smell like fermented yoghurt." He struck the board with the chalk stick.

My back began to perspire as a result of the scrape on the board. I had had it. I was impossible to concentrate on. I didn't have a stupid hand fan I could wave in my direction to have warm air blown in my face.

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