Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers-Chapter 549: Late Night Visit to Professor

Evaline:

I stood behind the painting, my breath shallow as I scanned the dimly lit hallway through the thin transparent slit one last time. The place was empty, silent.

Once I was sure no one’s going to catch me wandering through the hallway of teachers’ private quarters, I finally pushed the painting aside and stepped out into the hallway.

Fixing the giant painting back in it’s place to hide the entrance of the secret passage, I turned my attention to my destination.

My boots barely made a sound as I crossed the short distance to the nearest apartment door. I didn’t hesitate and knocked once.

The door flew open almost immediately.

A hand wrapped around my wrist, firm and warm, and I was pulled inside before I could even take a full step. The door shut behind me with a soft but decisive click, lock sliding into place.

"Evaline?" Kieran’s voice was low, confused, threaded with concern. "What are you doing here at this hour-"

I didn’t let him finish.

I surged forward and kissed him.

It wasn’t a soft kiss. Not a slow one. This was heat and intent and possession wrapped into a single moment.

My lips crashed into his, stealing the words right out of his mouth. I felt his sharp inhale against my lips, the surprise in the way his body stiffened for half a second before instinct took over. His mouth moved under mine, responding, opening, welcoming me even as confusion lingered in the tension of his shoulders.

I kissed him like I needed him to remember.

Like I needed myself to remember.

My hands fisted into his shirt, pushing him back until his shoulders met the wall behind him. The stone was cool... his body was anything but. His lips were warm, firm, moving with mine as my tongue traced the seam of his mouth, demanding entry. When he let me in, the kiss deepened... slow at first, then hungry, our breaths tangling as my frustration bled into every movement.

Kieran groaned softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating straight through me.

His hands lifted, instinctively going for my waist - but I caught them mid-motion. I pressed his wrists back against the wall, holding them there, letting him feel exactly how serious I was.

And he didn’t fight me.

That alone sent a sharp, possessive thrill through my veins.

I kissed him harder, my lips moving against his with unrestrained urgency, my tongue sliding against his in a slow, deliberate stroke that made his breath hitch. I felt the tension coil through his body, felt the way he leaned into me even while letting me keep control.

When I finally broke the kiss, it was only to trail my mouth along his jaw, down the side of his neck. I pressed my lips to his skin, breathing him in, tasting him. My teeth grazed his pulse, and I nipped gently... just enough to make my point.

Mine.

His breath shuddered.

I lingered there, lips and teeth and breath, until I felt his hands move again... not to stop me, but to steady me. One slid around my shoulders, grounding me. The other cradled the back of my head, his fingers threading into my hair with quiet care.

That was when the storm inside me finally started to ease.

I rested my forehead against his neck for a second, breathing, letting the heat settle into something steadier. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t ask. He simply held me, letting me come back to myself at my own pace.

And then...

"Well," a familiar voice drawled from the side, amused and far too entertained, "Why do I feel like I just witnessed something definitely not meant for my innocent eyes?"

I froze.

Then slowly, I turned my head.

Oscar stood a few steps away, leaning casually against the wooden shelf filled with all sorts of books on herbs and potions. His arms were crossed over his chest, a crooked smile playing on his lips, and eyes bright with curiosity.

"What got into you, little mate?" he asked lightly.

Kieran shifted beside me, his hands still resting on me, his expression a mix of surprise and something dangerously close to pride. His gaze dropped to my face, searching.

I exhaled.

"Nadine," I said simply.

The word alone seemed to explain everything.

I stepped back just enough to look at both of them properly. "I have never let it bother me before," I continued, my voice calmer now but still edged with honesty. "Women liking you. Wanting you. It’s not your fault. None of you have ever given me a reason to worry about your countless fangirls."

Oscar’s smile softened just a little.

"But today..." I shook my head. "Something about her. The way she kept looking at Kieran. The way she looked at me. Like I was something temporary. Something she could replace if she just tried hard enough."

Kieran’s brows drew together. "Love-"

"I know," I cut in gently. "I know it’s ridiculous. But it snapped something inside me. And I needed to remind myself... that you are not some fantasy she gets to entertain. That you are already mine."

For a heartbeat, the room was quiet.

Then Kieran smiled... a smile that was filled with shock and disbelief as if he couldn’t believe there’s someone who could be so possessive about him. He seemed like he wanted to say something but was struggling to find the right words to express his feelings.

Oscar had me turning to him again when I heard him clicking his tongue.

"Damn. Now I’m feeling left out." He tilted his head, mock-pouting. "If I’d known having a student fawn over me would earn that kind of attention, I might have encouraged it."

I didn’t even think.

I grabbed his collar and yanked him forward, pulling him into my space so fast his eyes widened in surprise. I stared straight into his eyes.

"Don’t pretend you don’t know about your fangirls," I warned quietly. "You got just an equal long line as the rest of your brothers."

A smile broke out on his lips as well. "I don’t know," he said lightly. "I feel like they aren’t doing a good enough job."