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89. The Voice I Needed
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Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 93. The Wolf in the Shadows
AlbertDalia’s hands were trembling so badly that she almost dropped the phone as she pulled it from mine. Her face was pale, her lips pressed together so tightly that I thought they might split.“Albert,” she whispered, her voice shaking as the sound of men shouting carried through the village. “Please, stay here. Don’t go out. They’ll kill you. They will kill us.”The screams outside were growing louder; children crying, the angry barking of men demanding valuables, the terrified wailing of women. I peeked through the cracks of the wooden hut we had sneaked into. Torches were moving like fireflies in the dark, men with machetes and rifles storming the village, yanking goats and sheep away from their pens, shoving elders to the ground, dragging away sacks of maize and beans. Two enormous lorries were parked near the edge of the village, their engines rumbling like beasts waiting to be fed.My stomach twisted, not from nausea this time, but from fury. The scent of fear in the air was
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 92. The Truth I Can’t Run From
AlbertThe line was still open. Cecil hadn’t hung up. He waited for me, patient as ever, and I hated how that patience undid me.“My dad misses you, Al.”The words rang in my head like a drumbeat I couldn’t escape. I could hear them in Cecil’s voice, but behind them I felt Edward’s eyes… those piercing, quiet eyes that always saw through me. The weight of the bond pulsed in my chest, hot and demanding, as if his absence itself had claws.I bit my lip until it hurt, curling tighter on the edge of the bed in my little hut. “Don’t say that, Cess,” I whispered. “Don’t… don’t make this harder than it already is.”“I’m not trying to make it hard,” he said softly. “I’m just telling you the truth.”The truth. How simple it sounded when he said it. How impossible it felt for me.I pressed my hand against my stomach. The swell wasn’t visible yet, not to anyone but me, but I felt it. Every hour of nausea, every bout of fever, every dizzy spell reminded me of the life growing inside me. The bond’
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 91. The Words I Can’t Face
AlbertFor a long time, I couldn’t breathe.The phone pressed to my ear felt heavier than the world itself, heavier than the weight of my growing sickness, heavier than the child inside me. Cecil’s voice still lingered there, soft, gentle, almost too careful: “My dad misses you.”He knew. He had known all along.My chest tightened until I thought I might actually suffocate. Of all the things I had expected him to say, comfort, questions, maybe even frustration, that had never crossed my mind.Edward.The one name I had promised myself I wouldn’t let slip into this conversation.I didn’t answer right away. Silence stretched between us, thick and unyielding. I knew Cecil was waiting, but the words tangled in my throat.“I… I don’t know what to say,” I finally whispered. My voice cracked, betraying me, and I clenched the fabric of my shirt to steady myself.“You don’t have to say anything,” Cecil replied softly. There was no judgment, no pressure, just the quiet strength I had always kno
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 90. The Confession I Didn’t Mean to Make
AlbertThe sound of his voice clung to me like a lifeline.“Cess…” I whispered again, hardly believing the connection was real. My hands shook around the phone, knuckles white, tears refusing to stop.There was a pause on the other end, and then that same familiar steadiness I had missed so much.“Al,” he said softly, as if my name was the most delicate thing in the world, one wrong syllable away from breaking me completely.And maybe it was.For a moment, neither of us spoke. Just breathing, just existing on the fragile thread of a phone call. I closed my eyes and clutched the device as though it might vanish if I loosened my grip.“I…” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard and tried again. “I didn’t know who else to call.”“You don’t have to explain,” Cess murmured.His voice carried no judgment, only the same unwavering calm I had known since the day he stood up for me in that school hallway years ago.But I couldn’t stop myself. Words, heavy and jagged, pressed against my throat. My
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 89. The Voice I Needed
AlbertThe borrowed phone felt like a heavy stone in my hand. My palms were slick with sweat, the screen blurring as though it carried the weight of every choice I had run away from. My chest tightened with each passing second. I stared at the digits glowing on the screen, but my fingers trembled so badly I almost dropped the device.I didn't know who to call.Who was I supposed to call? Who would even want to hear my voice now? Who wouldn't judge?The first number that came to mind was Emon’s. My thumb hovered over the keypad, the familiar string of digits whispering themselves in my mind like a cruel temptation. For a second, I even started to dial. My heart lurched, my body screamed at me to reach out, to grab hold of the one who had once been my anchor. My saviour.But the thought made bile rise in my throat. I couldn’t. Not Emon. The truth tasted bitter on my tongue, but it was undeniable… whatever I had once felt for him wasn’t love. It never was. Gratitude, maybe. Familiarity.
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 88. The Pull
AlbertNights were the worst.The nausea and fever came in waves during the day, but when the sun sank and the village fires burned low, I was left with something far heavier: silence. It pressed against my chest, smothering me in memories I had been running from. Memories of Edward’s voice, the way it had carried through the night like something steady, unshakable. The way he had once held me when I thought I would fall apart like that day he found me sprawled on the floor of Emon's apartment.Now, in the dark of my hut, I couldn’t stop hearing him.“Edward.”It was only my own mind whispering his name, but it made my heart clench. I buried my face in the rough pillow, willing myself to stop, to block him out. I had chosen this path. I had left. I couldn’t afford to falter now.But my wolf wouldn’t listen.Thalia, my other half, my wolf, pushed against the walls of my chest, restless, pacing. She whined in the back of my mind, not in words, but in feelings. Longing. Need. A primal ac
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