Chapter 2 Hot or not
Fuckk….. please stop.” I moaned, arching my back.
" You said you wanted a second chance right so I'm giving you one.” He whispers, he slid his cock in me and moved it back and forth, hitting the lips of my vulva.
" Fuckkk…" I moan louder, my nails dug into his hands.
“Shh…. don't shout, cover your mouth.” He muttered, placing his hand on my mouth, his cock sliding in further. “You're so wet."
He lifted me and flipped me like I weighed nothing making me arch my back, his cock went in deeper pounding me back and forth. He tightened the grip on my waist.
He slaps my ass.“You'll surely get a second chance." He removed his cock and teased my clit open with his hand, he sucked my clit between his lips, my back arching, my hips grinding against his face.
" Noo…nooo." I choke over my moan.
“You say yes, come on say it or no second chance."
“Yes, yes ,yes," I cry, he dragged my legs forward and spread them open, his hand dug into my thighs as his tongue circled my clit sending vibrations to my leg.
“You're so sweet." He said still using his tongue to circle my clit.
I didn't know what came over me but I pulled his head forward.
“You want me to stop, do you want me to stop.” He ask?
" No, no don't.” I stammer arching my back more as my legs vibrate.
“Fuckk…”he moaned, sucking my juice as I hit orgasm.
I walked slowly back home that evening, my results clutched tightly in my hand. My heart still pounded from earlier. Somehow, the paper in my hand now showed a passing score. I hadn’t earned it. Professor Charles had already changed it.
When I stepped through the door, my mother was waiting in the living room. Her sharp eyes scanned me the moment I entered.
“Well?” she asked.
I swallowed hard and held out the paper. “I passed.”
Her eyes narrowed as she took the results and read them. For a second, I thought she might see through the lie. But then her lips curved into a thin smile. “Good. I knew you wouldn’t fail.” She placed the paper down and turned away, already done with me.
I nodded silently and hurried to my room. The second the door closed, I sank onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. My hands trembled.
I remembered what I had done.
The way Professor Charles had looked at me. The way he made me beg. The way I let him take what he wanted in exchange for changing my score. My stomach twisted. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t take it back but somehow I felt good when he did that to me.
I told myself it was survival. That’s what wolves did. We survived, no matter what it took. At Moonbridge, even though we were young, everyone knew the truth, this wasn’t just a school. It was where the future leaders are molded, failing here meant being nothing out there. I couldn’t let that happen.
But still, the memory wouldn’t leave me. The heat of his hands, the weight of his control. His grip on my waist, I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe.
A knock sounded on my window.
I jumped before realizing who it was. Ryan. He leaned against the frame, grinning. His scent drifted in, strong and familiar, like pine and fresh earth. I was a beta just like me.
I opened the window. “What are you doing here?”
“Checking on you,” he said, pulling himself inside. “You disappeared after class.”
I forced a small smile. “I went home, I got my results.”
“And?” he asked, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Did you pass?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I did.”
Ryan let out a relieved laugh. “See? I knew you’d be fine. Professor Charles is strict, but he’s fair. If you worked hard, he’d see it.”
I lowered my eyes, hiding my face. Strict and fair. That’s what everyone thought but I knew the truth. He wasn’t fair, he wasn’t merciful. He was dangerous and now, he had me in his hands.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “I guess so.”
Ryan leaned back, stretching. “Good thing, too. You don’t want to end up on the wrong side of him. Everyone knows Charles ruins anyone who crosses him.”
I forced another smile, though inside I wanted to scream. If only Ryan knew what I had done. If only he knew what Charles really was.
We talked for a little while longer about nothing important classes, training, the upcoming full moon run but my mind wasn’t on the words. My mind was on him. Professor Charles. The way he had claimed me like he owned me. The way my wolf hadn’t fought back.
When Ryan finally left, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling again. My wolf shifted uneasily under my skin. She didn’t like what I had done, but she didn’t hate it either. That scared me more than anything.
The next morning, I walked into school with my head down. I could feel eyes on me, but I ignored them. I went to class, sat with Ryan, and pretended to listen. All the while, I could feel it the invisible pull, the reminder that I belonged to someone else now.
By midday, a voice echoed through the hallway.
“Elena. Report to Professor Charles’s office.”
My heart stopped. The teacher’s aide at the door repeated it louder, and now everyone was staring at me.
Ryan frowned. “Why is he calling you?”
“I… I don’t know,” I lied, standing slowly. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to walk.
The stares burned into my back as I left the room. My wolf stirred restlessly. She knew, she knew this wasn’t about grades or discipline. This was about him, about what I owed him now.
I stopped outside his door, my pulse racing. He had called me and this time, I had no idea what he wanted.
