BRED BY THE SUPREME LYCAN

Vanya’s POV ​“Spread your legs for your King, Vanya.” ​The voice in my head was a low, gravelly command that completely drowned out the history lecture. In the middle of the crowded academy hall, my thighs clamped together hard, an immediate, unbidden wave of heat soaking straight into my underwear. I gripped my pen until my knuckles turned white, forcing my hand to blindly scribble nonsense across the notebook lines just to keep from letting out a visible shiver. ​My imagination didn’t do innocent, sweet schoolgirl crushes. It went straight for the lethal, dominant types the ones who looked like they could break a person in half with their bare hands. ​And right now, the star of my internal smut-novels was standing right at the front of the auditorium. ​Professor Kaelven. ​He was the Supreme Lycan running our advanced combat seminars, an absolute beast of a man covered in faint battle scars, with a freezing glare that made the entire student body look like minor inconveniences. He also happened to be my best friend Maya’s older brother. The whole campus gossiped that he was a ruthless, cold machine who was entirely dead down there because he had never selected a mate or shown a flicker of interest in anyone. ​But watching the way his tailored shirt strained against his massive shoulders as he wrote on the board, my mind knew better. He didn't ignore females because his body didn't work. He ignored them because none of them were strong enough to survive him. ​A sharp nudge to my ribs shattered the illusion instantly. ​“If you bite your lip any harder, you’re going to bleed all over your desk,” Maya whispered, leaning across the narrow gap between our seats. Her golden wolf eyes dropped down to my notebook page and narrowed in sheer disbelief. ​I looked down. Instead of tracing the timeline of the pack treaties, I had carved the words Supreme Lycan Restraint over and over again inside a heavily scratched heart. ​“Goodness,” Maya muttered, quickly slapping her hand over the page before anyone else could look. “Please tell me you’re plotting an assassination and not actively fantasizing about riding my brother during class.” ​“It’s strategy,” I muttered back, tearing the page out with a sharp rip and crumpling it deep into my blazer pocket. “As the Beta's daughter, I need to understand the stamina of our leadership.” ​Maya let out a muffled laugh just as the loud chime cut through the room, signaling the end of the final period. “Garrick is already waiting by the main gates, so stop drooling. If my brother catches you staring like that, he’ll double your training laps.” ​My brother Garrick hated waiting, and his temper regarding my post-class lingering was practically non-existent. But as I hurried down the West Wing corridor toward the administrative office to drop off my files, a sudden scent hitting the air made my boots stop dead on the floorboards. ​It wasn't a normal scent. It was a suffocating, heavy wave of rain-soaked pine, crushing musk, and raw, boiling heat. A Lycan rut. ​My pulse spiked violently, drumming straight against my ribs. My throat went entirely dry as the sheer density of the pheromones settled over me like a thick blanket. Being wolfless meant I couldn't shift, but it didn't stop my body from recognizing the terrifying, intoxicating pull of a dominant male's peak arousal. The door to Kaelven’s private office was standing slightly ajar. My instincts shouted at me to run, but the intense heat radiating from the gap reeled me right back in. ​I leaned forward, peering through the tiny opening. ​The breath caught instantly in my throat. ​Kaelven was alone, his shirt discarded on the floor. His massive, sweat-slicked chest rose and fell in ragged heaves, the thick muscles of his arms trembling with tension. A low, predatory growl vibrated right through the floorboards as his hand moved in heavy, frantic strokes down his trousers, handling a thick, massive length that throbbed with a dark, unbridled hunger. ​The untouchable, robotic professor was riding out a brutal, feral heat right inside his office. ​The sheer sight of it made my knees grow weak, a fresh wave of slickness dampening my underwear as I watched his thick veins strain under his grip. He looked completely untamed, a true monster driven by basic, carnal need. ​“Ah…” A breathless, high-pitched gasp slipped past my lips before my brain could stop it. ​The sound was tiny, but to a Supreme Lycan, it was an alarm. ​Kaelven’s hand froze instantly. His head snapped directly toward the crack in the door. His eyes had completely lost their cool gray color—they were glowing a brilliant, violent gold that locked straight onto my face. ​Panic flooded my veins. I scrambled backward, turning to sprint down the hallway, but I didn't even cover an inch. ​The door flew open with a deafening crash. ​Before a scream could even form in my throat, Kaelven’s large, sweat-slicked hand shot out like lightning, wrapping around my forearm in an unbreakable, iron grip. With one brutal, effortless yank, he ripped me entirely off my feet and hauled me into the sweltering heat of his dark office. ​The door slammed shut behind me, the lock clicking into place with a definitive snap. He pinned my back hard against the wood, his towering, half-naked frame pressing completely into mine. I gasped as the massive, burning hardness of his c**k locked right against my stomach through my thin uniform skirt. ​My hands pressed flat against his bare, burning chest, feeling the terrifyingly fast thud of his heart matching my own frantic pulse. ​Those glowing golden eyes burned directly down into mine, his hot, ragged breath brushing against my lips. ​“Like what you see, Beta's daughter?” Kaelven growled, his grip tightening until my bones ached. “Because you're not leaving this room until you help me finish.”