DADDY'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET'S

CHAPTER 13

Ava’s POV

After Xavier’s car disappeared from sight, I stood frozen in front of the admin building for a few seconds. The sun was still high, and the campus buzzed with life, but my chest felt strangely hollow. He was gone, just like that.

My p***y was still clenching for him.

I let out a small sigh and hugged my folder closer. This was my new world. I had to start it alone, except for the moments he would be here with me. I checked the small timetable they had given me at registration. My first class was at 12:00 p.m. in Room 103—the same classroom he had shown me. It was a summer session for new students, an introduction to women’s health.

I looked at the time on my phone: 11:45 a.m. I had just a few minutes to get there. I straightened my skirt, adjusted my bag strap, and began walking toward the building. The path curved through rows of green trees where students moved around in pairs and groups.

I just hoped no one noticed the way I was walking. It was better that I had waited for the walls of my p***y to close, or it would have been even more noticeable.

Everyone seemed to know where they were going. I thought I did, too, only to get confused again. I couldn't identify the exact building; all of them looked identical, intertwined with each other. I didn’t really know the way, but I pretended I did.

Maybe I couldn't tell where I was going because my mind wasn’t on the architecture. It was still stuck in the car—his hands, his voice, the strict look in his eyes when he was finished and asked me to return to class. I bit my lip and shook my head, trying to focus.

I caught sight of a group of students I had seen during registration. They clutched their files, and I knew at once they were heading to the same class. I walked faster to catch up with them, but stayed far enough back so they wouldn't realize I was following.

Goddess saved me; I located the class.

Inside, cool air greeted me. The corridors smelled faintly of disinfectant and new paint. I found Room 103. The students I had met earlier were already inside, along with several new ones. My seat was still reserved. All eyes were on me. I summoned my courage and slipped into it, not looking at anyone.

The classroom had a large smartboard at the front, clean tables arranged in rows, and posters of human anatomy on the walls. A model skeleton stood in the corner. I placed my folder on the table and glanced around. Most of the students stared. I read their minds swiftly; they were wondering who I was to have a reserved seat, or even to have been seen walking with the Alpha.

Probably some were transfer or pre-med students. A few girls sat together, chatting and laughing. One boy in a hoodie was already half-asleep at the back. My eyes switched back to my desk in the final seconds before the lecture began.

I felt small for a second—just Ava Wylder from the Evercrest Pack in London, a conservative pack girl dropped into this huge university. But remembering who I was, my wolf pumped with pride.

The door opened. A tall woman, seemingly in her forties, walked in. She wore a white lab coat over a pale blue dress. Her hair was tied in a bun, and her glasses sat low on her nose. Her face was set in serious mode. My mind linked back to Alpha Xavier, and I let out a soft moan.

“Good afternoon, freshmen,” she said in a clear, firm voice. “I’m Dr. Harper. Welcome to the Summer Introductory Course for Women’s Health. I'm going to be your new professor.”

The class murmured greetings. I did, too. Then her eyes fell on me. I sat up, pushing myself under the desk to stop her from seeing how short my skirt was. I couldn't tell if she would permit it or not. Either way, I let out a steady breath.

Her eyes left me.

“This class will prepare you for full resumption in September,” she continued. “These are common topics we’ll discuss: anatomy, common health issues, basic examination skills, and patient interaction. Think of this as your foundation.”

I straightened a little. Her voice commanded so much authority. She turned, walking over to the smartboard, and began a short presentation. A diagram of the female reproductive system appeared—uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes, cervix.

“We begin here,” Dr. Harper said, pointing at the diagram with a laser. “Understanding women’s health means understanding a woman's body. You will study it, respect it, and learn how to care for it.”

She began her lecture, and my eyes fixed on her. It seemed like I was focused, but my mind drifted. Part of me thought of Daddy Xavier. Part of me listened to her as she explained the basic functions of each part.

Uterus—where a baby grows.

Ovaries—produce eggs and hormones.

Cervix—connects the uterus and v****a; plays a role in childbirth and fertility.

I thought it was going to be a difficult topic, but perhaps it depended on the professor. Her words were simple but clear. I tried to focus, scribbling notes, but every now and then, my thoughts returned to Xavier. Would he think about me during his office work? Or was he too occupied to think of me at all?

“Miss Ava,” Dr. Harper’s voice snapped me back to reality.

I blinked. “Yes?”

How did she know my name? She smiled faintly.

“Good. You’re paying attention. I thought you were gone for a moment. Can you point to the cervix on this diagram?”

My cheeks heated. My skirt was so short, and I didn't want everyone to see it. She must know Xavier if she knew my name before I even introduced myself. I stood slowly, walked to the smartboard, and pointed at the right spot.

“Correct,” she said. “Good job.” She gave a small clap.

I returned to my seat, my heart beating fast. A few students turned to look at me. Some smiled, perhaps sarcastically, and I smiled back awkwardly.

The class continued. Dr. Harper progressed to menstrual cycles, explaining how hormones like estrogen and progesterone control the process. She drew a timeline on the board—day 1 to day 28—marking ovulation, the fertile window, and menstruation.

“Doctors must understand these cycles,” she said, “because they affect every part of a woman’s health, not just reproduction.”

I kept nodding, faking all-around focus. Soon, I peered at my watch. Time had passed. No matter how much time was left, I was closer to when Xavier would come for me. This thought alone birthed a sense of bliss, pushing me to concentrate. After all, I had a reward waiting.