Chapter 3

Reina’s POV

I could barely believe I had survived the temptation in that bathroom.

Even though I tried to look away, my eyes had accidentally glanced at his middle—not once, not twice, but three whole times. I hated that part of me. I was a werenun. I had taken vows. And did my best all my life to keep those vows, but I don't know what's happening. I was meant to live a pure life. But at that moment, it had been so hard to resist the way his body glistened under the water.

Still, I overcame it. I didn’t touch him. I didn’t say anything. I just kept my hands to myself and reminded my wolf who we were.

Julian had finished bathing and casually began drying himself with a towel. He looked at me briefly, his tone calm as he said, “I only took a bath because I felt too hot. I’ll be spending the night in my office. There’s some research I need to work on. I won’t be returning to my quarters tonight.”

I gave a small nod. I couldn’t speak. My throat felt dry.

The rest room fell into silence. I stood quietly until I was sure nobody else was around. No footsteps. No noise. Just the quiet humming of the light above us.

Finally, I gave him a small nod of thanks.

He returned it, saying nothing more.

Then, I stepped out.

I left the bathroom first, walking slowly at first, but as I moved through the hallway, I picked up speed. My heart was still beating fast. I just wanted to get out of that building.

But I didn’t get far.

From the shadows at the end of the hall, six masked guys stepped out. They walked toward me in a slow, taunting way. I stopped in my tracks, frozen.

Their faces were covered, but I recognized their style. They were the radical gangsters. The ones Julian was trying to save me from earlier, they were the ones everyone in the university feared. Loud, rude, and always looking for someone to mess with.

They chuckled softly, like hyenas ready to pounce. Their eyes roamed over me shamelessly, and I could feel how little they cared about who I was. To them, I was the best target. A nun. A holy girl. A virgin. Another girl they'd do anything with and go scout free. I didn’t have a mate who would go after them as they thought.

Their eyes reminded me of Julian’s sharp words during his lectures when he spoke against religion. But deep inside, I knew Julian would never look at me like this. He might not believe in the moon goddess, but he had a sense of control, of respect—especially toward me.

Julian couldn't be the one who sent them, not after trying to save me from them earlier.

Could it be because they knew I was a nun? Is that why they are after me? No matter what happens I can't let my years of service go to waste, my religion means a lot to me.

It suddenly hit me.

These boys must have been stalking me.

Everyone knew I was the only werenun in the university—and worse, everyone knew I was still a virgin. It was something sacred to me. But in the wrong hands, it made me a target.

They must have followed me here, waited until I was alone. They knew this part of the building was always quiet in the evening.

I looked behind me.

Hoping.

Praying.

That Julian would appear again like before.

But he didn’t.

Of course he couldn’t. If he came out now, they would know we had been in the same bathroom. The news would spread like fire. There’d be videos, stories, maybe even school suspension. It would ruin everything—for me and for him. He might be demoted or fired. Somehow I didn’t want that for him. 

Still, my wolf stirred inside me and whispered something.

He’s not leaving you. He’s waiting.

The boys came closer. One of them stretched his hand out toward me, grinning behind his mask.

That’s when it happened.

Julian stepped out. But not as a professor. Not as the calm man from the lecture room.

No.

He moved like a trained fighter—fast, sharp, deadly. Before I could blink, he punched the first guy so hard that the boy dropped to the floor like a stone. The others tried to fight back, but they were too slow.

Julian kicked, blocked, and dodged every single move. He grabbed one guy by the arm and twisted it till I heard a loud crack. Another tried to hit him from behind, but Julian turned and threw him over his shoulder like it was nothing.

In less than twenty minutes, they were all down.

Groaning. Moaning. Some, unconscious.

I stood there, shocked, my mouth slightly open. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. Is he a professor or an ex-mercenary?

Who was this man?

He can’t be just a professor with these skills.

No way.

He had to be something else before this—maybe a bodyguard, a former soldier, or an undercover agent hiding in a peaceful role. Nobody fought like that unless they were trained.

Julian turned to me, his breathing steady.

His eyes softened.

He walked over, knelt in front of me, and gently touched my arm.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and full of concern.

I didn’t speak.

I couldn’t.

But my eyes burned with the sudden rush of tears I had been holding back. Not from fear anymore, but from shock. From relief.

He looked into my face like he truly cared.

Then, without another word, he picked me up in his arms.

“I’ll take you to my office,” he said. “You need to rest. Your heart’s beating too fast.”

I didn’t argue.

I just let him carry me, like I was weightless.

His arms were strong and steady. My head rested gently near his chest, and I could hear the calm, even rhythm of his heart. My body was tense, but being in his hold made something in me relax.

I didn’t understand him.

One minute he was cold, teasing, pushing me in class.

The next, he was fighting to protect me, carrying me like I was a little baby

Why did he care so much when he had always acted cold?

And what’s going to happen when we get to his office?