One rule: no packs.
I signed myself over to a pack once. In love. In ink. They humiliated me at a gala, replaced me with a dynasty omega, and kept the royalties on the book I wrote under their roof.
Never again.
Blackwood University is my fresh start. My classroom. My lease. My rules. Then I walk into a campus café and my scent rings four alphas like a struck bell.
The history professor who fights dirty in office hours. The sports medicine director built like the weight room he runs. The omega specialist who hands off my care before he’ll let himself want me. The rancher who leads them all and asks for nothing.
Four wolf shifters. Fifteen years bonded. One empty room in their pack chord, shaped exactly like me.
So here’s my offer: no bites, no bonds, no paperwork. Four ridiculously capable older alphas in my bed, on my terms. Nothing gets filed. Everything gets asked.
The arrangement was supposed to stay casual. The arrangement did not get the memo.
Then my ex-pack comes west with lawyers and the one covenant I can’t outrun. They schedule the hearing around my heat. On purpose. They own my signature, and they think that means they own me.
They’re about to learn the difference between a pack that owns you and a pack that asks.
The Professor’s Omega is a full-length, scorching-hot reverse harem omegaverse romance, Book 2 of the Blackwood University Omegaverse. New readers can start here. For adults 18+ only.
Tropes and content you’ll get:
Content note: heroine’s backstory includes public humiliation and a legally coercive ex-pack. They get exactly what’s coming to them.