My Werewolf King Professor and I

At ten thirty at night, the tiered lecture hall at Saint Chimera University was still brightly lit. The students were starving and furious, yet not a single one dared to complain. The source of their fear, Professor Sarek, the man destined to become the future king of the werewolves, stood at the front of the room.

At that moment, his red eyes were locked onto his phone screen, his expression dark.

On the screen was the last message he had received: [I’m sorry. You’re far too aggressive. I’m afraid of you. Please don’t look for me anymore.]

Next to it was a red exclamation mark, showing that he had been blocked.

“P-Professor…” A beastman freshman shakily raised his hand as he said, “The cafeteria has closed–”

With a bang, a deep crack split the lectern straight down the middle.

“Then starve,” Sarek snapped as he lifted his head.

Under the lights, his golden-brown pupils contracted into dangerous vertical slits. “If this were the battlefield, trash like you who only think about food would’ve been torn apart and used as rations.”

The innocent beastman student felt silent.

I shrank into the very last row, holding a book up to cover my face.

I was guilty. He was waiting for a reply from an online girlfriend whose ID was “Gray Wolfie’s Little Bunny,” and unfortunately for him, that was me. Even more unfortunately, I had blocked him an hour ago, but it had all started three months ago.

My name was Mila, and I was the last descendant of a human hunter family. In this so-called era of species living in harmony, that title was about as useful as a museum relic. Its only real function was ensuring that every non-human student on campus despised me.

To survive, I studied like my life depended on it and fought my way to a full scholarship. Then I met Sarek, my werewolf professor, and he failed my ten-thousand-word paper on recklessness and intellectual shortcomings in werewolf tactics with a bold, blood-red F.

His feedback was, “If you know nothing about the true strength of the werewolves, I suggest you drop out and go home to herd sheep.”

Herd sheep? I’d never even seen a sheep in my life! My ancestors hunted werewolves!

Failing meant losing my scholarship. Losing my scholarship meant I couldn’t pay next semester’s tuition, and that meant getting kicked back into the human slums to wait for my death.

That night, I anonymously posted a thread on the campus forum, asking how I could make a werewolf professor who always picks on me grovel and call me Daddy?

An account called “SuccubusGirl” slid into my DMs.

“Werewolves are arrogant and emotionally starved but loyal. Trick him emotionally. Make him fall in love with you. Then dump him hard. Manipulation hurts more than a silver blade.”

I believed her.

That same night, I registered a burner account with the username “Gray Wolfie’s Little Bunny” and added Sarek’s private academic account.

Don’t ask how I got it. Hunter families had… inherited skills.

My opening message was carefully crafted to sound like an ignorant human girl obsessed with werewolf culture.

[Professor Sarek, I’m sorry to be messaging you at this hour. I just read “Loneliness Under the Full Moon” and was deeply moved. But as someone who would be the future werewolf king, do you ever feel lonely?]

Less than three minutes after I sent it, my phone vibrated.

Sarek: [Loneliness is the fate of the strong. Only the weak huddle together for warmth.]

He had been baited.

I replied immediately. [That’s so cool! I always thought werewolves were just savages, but your thoughts are so profound! I’m just a timid human, but I really want to learn from you!]

Sarek: [Humans have biological limitations. That isn’t your fault. What do you want to learn? I can make an exception and teach you.]

Oh, how arrogant he was.

Over the following days, I flirted with him. We moved from academic discussions to my admiring him.

[Professor, you look so handsome when you’re serious!]

[Studious and polite… You’re exactly my type!]

I thought he’d blush. I thought he’d fall. Instead, his reply nearly made me black out.

“Good, but don’t get distracted. Continue reviewing the cooperative strategies in wolf-pack hunting.”

I was left speechless. I wasn’t here to enroll in an online course!

No one could understand what it was like having to be in his lecture during the day and then going back to the dorm at night to listen to his voice messages explaining his coursework. I thought I was losing my mind.

Then, one month later, a turning point finally came.