A Baby For My Professor

CLARISSA 'Mate!' Snow, my wolf, echoed in my head as a sweet scent flooded my nostrils. Tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes, and my heart started to pound a lot faster as I quickened my pace and followed the smell of my mate. It had to be Kieran. I was his chosen mate, and tonight, our mating ceremony was about to take place. My excitement went up a notch, and I broke into a sprint, hiking up my ceremonial red dress. All of a sudden, pain slammed into me so hard, I doubled over. With my eyes watering, I dropped to my knees. Whimpers escaped my lips as the pain continued to build, searing through me like a red-hot knife. I was confused and disoriented. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I parted my lips to call out for my fiancé, but in an instant, I heard the sounds of his moans in my head. 'Fuck, MIA. You feel so good,' I heard him say and my confusion swelled within me. Mia? My bully? That couldn’t be right. My mind had to be playing tricks on me. Maybe I

CLARISSA "Clarissa, you're pregnant," the healer announced. I felt the world tilt. Pregnant. The word felt foreign, unreal. Yet, deep down, hadn't I already known? The nausea, the exhaustion, the way my body felt different... I'd ignored the signs, unwilling to face what they meant. Six weeks had passed since I last saw my mate. The man who claimed me and then vanished into the night. It's been six weeks since the guards captured me and threw me back into this miserable cell. And now this? "She's pregnant?" Kieran asked, his voice laced with disbelief. The healer nodded, and he stormed towards me, his palm colliding with my cheek. "You whore!" He yelled, and I glared at him. "That's enough, Kieran," Alpha Garrett hissed, redirecting his gaze on me. "Who is the father of your child?" I bit my lower lip, unsure of what to say. I barely knew who my mate was. All I knew was that he had the brightest golden eyes I'd ever seen. "Are you going to stay silent?" Kieran demanded, a

CLARISSA Probing stares lingered on me as I stepped into the spacious school grounds, clutching at the straps of my backpack. I could hear them whispering to themselves, probably gossiping about how shabby I looked and how someone like me had sneaked into the Academy.That's right.I'd somehow made it to the Werewolf Academy after my bargain with my mate.He'd tried to talk me off my decision, but this was a matter of life and death.Lifting a hand, I knocked on the door of the registration office. A high-pitched voice responded, urging me to step in.When I strode in, I was greeted by the sight of a plus-sized red-haired woman. She wore thick-framed glasses and a red dress. On her table was a polished nameplate with the name 'Lauren Philips.'She eyed me from top to bottom with a look of barely concealed irritation."Are you lost?" She asked, her voice laced with impatience."I'm here for registration," I replied, and she frowned."Where's your invitation?" She asked.I froze.

A While Ago, CLARISSA "Hello there, Stray!" The mocking voice cut through the air, pulling me out of my thoughts. I froze, my grip tightening on my backpack. A few feet away stood a group of students dressed in expensive-looking designer clothes. From where I stood, I could tell that they were nothing but trouble. They reeked of arrogance and entitlement. It was too early to get into trouble, especially since it was still the first day of school. I was already upset because of my mate's rejection. Could my day get any worse? Clenching my fists, I kept my head down and veered in the opposite direction. Maybe if I ignored them, they'd leave me alone. In the blink of an eye, they were standing in front of me. They sneered at me, eyeing me from top to bottom like I was nothing but vermin. "Running already? That's not nice. We just wanted to get to know you," one of the guys said, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. "Look, I don't know you, and I certainly don't want to

JAXON I shouldn't have done it. In my desperation to silence her, I'd panicked. And in that split second, I'd let my control slip. "What the hell was that?" she snapped, her voice sharp with disbelief. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Damn it. I should've had a better excuse ready. Something logical. Something that wouldn't make me look like the reckless, selfish bastard I felt like. Her lips had been softer than I expected, her breath warm and unsteady against mine. But the second I'd pulled away, reality had crashed down on me like a cold bucket of ice water. Against my better judgement, my desire had clouded my senses. Even now, I could still feel the ghost of her lips on mine. This wasn't right. Although she was my mate, she was still my student, and we were still within the walls of the academy. "Really? You're just going to toy with me like that?" she demanded, stepping back as though I physically repulsed her. "You were yelling." The words spilled from