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178. The Shape I Refuse
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Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 180. Ripped
Albert“Albert, decide. For the sake of our familial ties, I don't want to hurt you. But if you continue being stubborn, you will force my hand,” Aiden said as if he was a saint.I looked up at him and despite the pain I was in, I chuckled.“Familial ties? Did you think about familial ties when you kidnapped me, brother? Did you think about familial ties when you colluded with this witch to kill me? Do mom and dad know what you did to me? Do they know what you are doing to me now? So, Aiden, if you want to kill me, go ahead but don't think that you and I are family. We ceased to be a long time ago and the fact that I didn't tell mom about what you did to me wasn't because I love you. It was because I love her and I would hate to see her get hurt,” I said and as I finished saying that, another contraction hit.This one was so intense that I stretched my body on the floor and writhed in pain as I felt my pelvic tear.“Mama, we can't hold on anymore," I heard a voice tell me but when I s
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 179. Against the Wind
EdwardThe earth did not simply shake.It roared.I felt it first through my bones, an old, primal language spoken straight into marrow and instinct. The infirmary groaned like a wounded animal as the floor buckled beneath my bare feet. Shelves crashed. Stone split. The newly rebuilt beams screamed in protest, and then the world lurched violently to the side.“Albert!”The name tore out of me before I could stop it.A wind followed. Not a natural one. It burst through the infirmary with such force that it snuffed candles, hurled curtains from their rods, and sent healers flying like leaves. It was freezing, unnaturally so, biting through skin and muscle, carrying with it a stench I had hoped never to sense again.Old blood. Dark magic. Rot.I reached for Albert just as the light fractured.The moon outside was full, brilliant, watchful—but its silver glow dimmed abruptly, swallowed by a shadow that seemed to press inward from every wall. The wind howled once, sharp and piercing, and t
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 178. The Shape I Refuse
AlbertPain came in waves.Not the sharp, tearing pain I had been taught to expect, not yet, but the deep, grinding kind that curled inside my bones and dragged itself slowly across my abdomen. It tightened, eased, tightened again, as if my body were knocking on a door I refused to open.I lay on my side on the cold stone floor, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around my stomach. The air reeked of old magic, blood, ash and herbs that had long since lost their potency but still clung to the walls like ghosts. The chamber was carved deep into the earth, roots threading through cracks in the ceiling like skeletal fingers.I did not howl.That was the first thing Bibi Kamwe noticed.She circled me slowly, bare feet whispering against the stone, her bracelets chiming softly with every step. She had changed since the forest. She was now thinner, sharper and her eyes were burning with a hunger that had nothing to do with victory.“You’re fighting it,” she said mildly. “Interesting.”I breathed t
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 177. The Lair of Waiting Shadows
AlbertPain is a tide.It comes, it goes, it lies to me in the silence between waves and tells me I might survive this.Then it comes back harder.I wake on cold stone, breath tearing out of my chest as another contraction rips through me. My hands claw uselessly at the ground, fingers scraping against symbols carved deep into the floor; old runes, darkened by time and blood and something far worse.Bibi Kamwe’s lair.I can tell even without trying because everything here smells like the rot she is.The air here is thick, damp, humming with wrongness. Shadows cling to the walls like living things, stretching and recoiling as if they’re breathing. The ceiling is lost in darkness, and the only light comes from a ring of firestones embedded around the chamber, casting everything in a sickly amber glow.My belly is tight. Too tight.I curl inward instinctively, cradling it, whimpering when another wave of pain crashes through me. My body shakes violently, sweat slicking my skin despite th
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 176. The Strain of Birth
AlbertThe pain started slowly at first, like a dull ache deep in my gut. I barely noticed it as I tried to focus on the task at hand, trying to keep my mind busy with anything other than the knowledge that I was about to give birth and someone wanted me and my pups dead.But as the hours passed, it grew stronger. And then… unbearable.I was pacing the infirmary, trying not to make a sound, not wanting anyone to know how much I was struggling. But the pain was real, a gnawing, twisting sensation that felt like my body was being torn apart.I had never felt anything like this before, and the fact that I was a male Omega made it even worse. Giving birth wasn’t supposed to happen like this… it wasn’t supposed to happen to me.I stopped in front of the window, breathing heavily. The dim light from the outside barely reached the room, the night pressing close to the walls. My wolf felt restless inside me, pacing with me, as if it could sense what was happening, or maybe it was just trying
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 175. The Weight in the Air
AlbertEdward falls asleep slowly, his breaths evening out slowly, his head resting against my shoulder as if that spot was designed solely for him. My arms curve around him instinctively, cradling him close, unwilling to let even an inch of space come between us.The forest battle still clings to my skin. I can smell the faint scorch of my own magic, the coppery ghost of Bibi Kamwe’s magic in his blood on my hands, the broken hum of the ritual that nearly cost me him. Every part of my body aches, but none of it matters.He’s here.He’s alive.His hair, now completely white, spills across my chest like moonlit silk. I stroke a hand through it, gentle, reverent. I’m still trying to get used to it, the shock of pale against his sun-warmed skin, the reminder of just how close I came to losing him. But it’s beautiful. It’s Edward. It’s proof of what he survived.Proof of what I dragged him back from.His fingers curl around my shirt in his sleep, weak but firm enough to tell me he isn’t l
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