My Alphas' Dark Desires

Chapter 240: You Drive Me Insane

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Chapter 240

~Isla’s POV~

That morning had already started out too fast.

The moment I stepped into the laboratory, Valerie was already there—leaning lazily against the corner of the counter, eyes narrowed like she’d been waiting just to intercept me.

Again.

Valerie had a sixth sense when it came to sniffing out secrets. And I was hiding a lot at the moment.

For a while, she’d been too tangled in her own world—her mates and her drama—to notice much else.

However, everything changed and began for me once Professor Neil arrived at the academy.

The man had presence, and unfortunately, he also had a habit of looking at me when he thought no one was watching.

The problem was... someone was watching.

Valerie Nightshade.

During class, I could feel her gaze on me just as much as his. I tried to keep my focus on the worksheet, feigning interest in the waveform problems in front of me.

I thought I was doing a decent job... until Professor Neil himself walked over.

He stopped at our workstation, rapping his knuckles lightly on the counter. I looked up, keeping my expression blank but polite.

"Miss Isla," he said in that soft, deliberate tone of his. "Meet me later during your lunch break. I’d like to review your questions about waveforms. There were some errors in your written response last week."

I blinked once, then nodded silently.

He gave a short nod in return and walked off.

But the moment he turned his back, I knew Valerie wasn’t going to let it slide.

I felt her lean in, and then her elbow nudged me.

"Okay, now that was interesting," she said under her breath.

I didn’t look at her. "What?"

She gestured subtly toward Professor Neil as he walked away. "You didn’t notice the way he was looking at you?"

I blinked, still trying to play it cool. "What are you talking about?"

Her voice dropped even lower. "Isla... the man was staring at you like he wanted to diagram your soul. That wasn’t an academic interest. That was full-on ’I’d make you moan between equations’ interest."

My cheeks flared, but I forced a scoff. "Val, don’t force something that isn’t there. I don’t think of him like that, and I doubt he does. He’s a professor. It’s not even appropriate."

"But you do think of someone else like that," she said, her tone teasing but knowing.

I hesitated, just for a second. But that was all she needed.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," I said quickly, avoiding her gaze.

She studied me, her smirk stretching into a slow, satisfied grin.

"Wait... y-you love someone else?" she asked, her voice softer now, curious.

I stammered. "I—well... that’s not the topic. Besides, there’s nothing between me and Professor Neil."

Valerie didn’t press further, but I could feel her watching me, dissecting every twitch of my face.

I held my breath and kept rinsing the beaker in my hand, silently praying for the practicals to begin.

Anything to get her off my trail, because if she kept pushing?

I wouldn’t be able to lie for long.

Valerie hummed like she didn’t believe a word I said.

And honestly, I didn’t expect her to. I was barely holding it together.

Between the midnight meetups, the forest, and the burning texts under the table during morning lectures—I was walking a thin wire over a bed of secrets.

Thankfully, before she could press further, Professor Andrews finally walked in, clipboard in hand and mood already soured.

He barked orders for us to begin practicals, and Valerie’s attention snapped toward her station.

Which turned out to be a disaster.

She somehow mixed two reactive bases too early and scorched the entire tray with a fog of white smoke, then injured poor Lucy, earning her a sharp reprimand and, worse, cleanup duty for the next two days.

I watched her through the edge of my goggles, hiding a smirk. The universe had a wicked sense of balance sometimes.

She was my friend, but it meant I was saved from her questioning eyes.

Later, during our free period—when I was supposed to meet Neil—Valerie had to stay behind in the lab to mop, scrub, and stew in whatever emotional soup she was brewing.

I waited, pacing outside with my phone vibrating in my hand.

Neil had been texting me nonstop all morning.

Neil: Bet you’re thinking about last night, baby.

Neil: Still wet for me?

Neil: Can’t wait to taste you again.

Neil: Thinking about the way you moaned when I had you against that tree... gods, you’re addictive.

Each message chipped away at my patience.

And each one lit me from the inside out.

By the time Valerie walked out of the lab with her mop, bucket, and a glare that could flatten kingdoms, I was already sliding toward the door behind her, slipping in as the heavy door swung shut.

The lab was still warm with cleaning fumes. But I barely noticed.

I knew Andrews wouldn’t be back for at least another two hours.

I could feel Neil’s presence even before I saw him, standing in the shadows of the side office like he belonged there.

"I need to talk to you," I began, already breathless as I shut the door behind me. "In class earlier—you were—"

He grabbed my waist and spun me into his arms.

Whatever words I meant to say dissolved the moment his lips found my neck.

He trailed slow, hot kisses along my jawline, across my collarbone, and up to my lips. My body reacted instantly, like fire catching dry kindling.

I melted into him, my mouth parting as he claimed a deep, heated kiss.

Gods.

His taste, the feel of his mouth on mine—it was sinful and exhilarating. His fingers slid beneath my shirt, palms flat against my skin, dragging a shiver from my spine.

When he cupped my breast through my bra, I gasped, my hands fisting in his shirt.

"You drive me insane," he murmured, lips brushing my cheek, my ear. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

I could barely breathe, let alone answer.

"Heavens know how much I want to mark you and make you mine, let the world know who you belong to...

"But you can’t... not yet at least," I cut in.

He tugged my bra aside and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, drawing moans I couldn’t contain.

My hands clutched his shoulders as he switched sides, teasing the other peak with his tongue and teeth. noveldrama

Every part of me was lit, burning. I needed more—wanted more.

Neil’s hands slipped down and pushed my pleated skirt up. Thankfully, I had taken off my inner tights, leaving just my panties. He took it off as well, and then he dropped to his knees.

A wicked grin was plastered on his face as he lifted my leg over his shoulder.

And then, his mouth was on me.

Hot, skillful tongues rested on my clit, freezing me in place in anticipation.

His tongue dragged a slow path through my folds, the first stroke making my hips jerk forward involuntarily.

The jolt of sensation was electric, crashing through my spine and leaving me gasping for air.

Neil groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my core.

He knew exactly what he was doing.