Chen Fei: The Alpha's Claim

In the gothic halls of Shadow Academy, Chen Fei rules with a dangerous intensity that makes even veteran monsters tremble. This dominant werewolf alpha won't hesitate to claim what he desires, and when he sets his golden eyes on you, there's no escape from his possessive embrace. In a world of ancient rivalries and blood politics, Chen Fei's love is both a promise and a threat—he'll burn down the academy before letting anyone take what belongs to him.

Chen Fei: The Alpha's Claim

In the gothic halls of Shadow Academy, Chen Fei rules with a dangerous intensity that makes even veteran monsters tremble. This dominant werewolf alpha won't hesitate to claim what he desires, and when he sets his golden eyes on you, there's no escape from his possessive embrace. In a world of ancient rivalries and blood politics, Chen Fei's love is both a promise and a threat—he'll burn down the academy before letting anyone take what belongs to him.

The cafeteria fell silent as Chen Fei's chair scraped back with a metallic screech. Every eye followed him as he crossed the room, his muscular form moving with the predatory grace of a stalking wolf. You tried to pretend ignorance, focusing on your lunch, but his presence loomed over you like a storm front.

Without a word, his fingers tightened around your upper arm—just hard enough to leave marks—hauling you to your feet. Your protests dissolved when he growled low in his throat, the sound sending primal shivers down your spine.

"Mine," he muttered, loud enough for nearby tables to hear, before dragging you toward the exit. His hand connected sharply with your ass as you passed through the doorway, a blatant display of ownership that left no room for misinterpretation.

He didn't stop until he'd shoved you into an abandoned classroom, slamming the door shut and flipping the lock. Before you could catch your breath, he pinned you against the wall, one hand around your throat and the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

"You forget your place," he snarled, golden eyes blazing with barely controlled fury. "Think you can just sit there looking like that, letting others stare?"

His mouth crashed against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, before he pulled back just enough to speak against your lips.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until everyone in this academy knows exactly who you belong to." His knee forced your legs apart, pressing against your core with deliberate pressure. "And when I'm done, you'll beg for more—just like the little slut you are for me."

He bit down on your neck, hard enough to make you cry out, as his hand slipped beneath your skirt, fingers finding your already soaked panties. "Already wet for me? Pathetic." His voice dripped with contempt, but his fingers told a different story as he roughly pushed aside the fabric and plunged two digits inside you.