All Chapters of My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

LENA. Don't panic, Lena. Don't break, not now. Tears welled in my eyes after I had to send Alexander away. I couldn't be with him. I couldn’t be with my mate. I had to pretend like I didn't want to see him. Getting to my apartment, I dropped to the floor, unable to stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. My hands were trembling, and I could tell it was because I had chased my mate away from myself. I had told him not to come near me. My body was damaged. My soul was crused, ever since I used my hands to kill him - at least I thought that I did- my body had turned against me, and now it felt like my body didn't belong to me anymore. Being with him even for a few moments always restored balance within me. I knew he was all I needed to heal, but he wasn't mine anymore. He no longer belonged to me. My phone beeped in my bag, which tumbled over next to me. It rang over and over before I stretched my hand and picked it up. It was the home number—the phone we left for the kids to be

LENA. I walked down the quiet and narrow hallway that had rows of rooms. The rooms were too quiet and it was so obvious that no one occupied the space. I constantly looked back over my shoulders making sure no one was coming behind me. Allyson had said that it was the last room in the hallway so I stalked closer, walking as quietly as possible. I didn't want to be caught. My heart hammered in my chest, and I wondered what I was going to find in the room. The last room’s door was isolated. You could barely tell there was another room. The door looked old. I knocked on it gently over and over, while looking around making sure no one was heading my way. After knocking several times, there was no reply so I twisted the knob but the door did not budge. As expected, it was locked. This was where learning how to pick locks came in handy. I had watched over a twenty videos teaching me how to use hair pin to pick a lock. I quickly crouched in front of the lock, taking out my hairpin fr

LENA.“Don’t…Don’t touch me!” I yelled, pulling back on my butt. Hot tears ran down my cheeks. My palm was bruised now because I was not on a smooth floor. It was a fucking gravel with broken branches that tore at my flesh and my hands hurt like shit. But this scary man in front of me kept stalking towar me, trying to catch me. Fucking Royce. I had fallen when I was running from him. Now I was trapped in the forest. Now, he was walking toward me with those predatory steps and murderous eyes. Stay away from me, please. Stay away!Tears streamed down my cheeks, My body was trembling with intense fear. My body was tired and about to give up on me. “Nobody is going to save you now, Lena. Nobody.” He laughed … his deep laughter seeped through. Penetrated every part of me. Sick. Dangerous. I could barely even look in his eyes. He was evil. He hid all this darkness behind his playfulness. Who would have thought he was such an evil man? My body had already given up on me at this time. I

LENA. Pain jolted through my spine, a reminder of the darkness I was plunged into. I must have passed out from bleeding. The smell of ashes filled the air, exuding the incense of burnt medicine. I stirred, forcing myself to open my eyes. When I did, there was a woman a few feet away from the bed that I was on. She sat on the bare floor, her legs folded in front of her. Her eyes were shut. Her red hair was in dreads and it suited her face. She looked young, about my age. She was lost chanting some words to herself. Looking around, there was no one else except for the two of us. Great, I could escape. I gently lifted myself off the bed, getting to my feet before I started to tiptoe toward the door. It was a wooden door. It was quite obvious that it led outside. It was a wooden cabin. I had to make my way through to the door and run as fast as my legs could carry me. Even though I was weak and my wolf had refused to come back to me since the incident with Alexander. Three more step

ALEXANDER. According to the rule that governs all school games, violence was one of the things that was forbidden. “Looks like you didn’t win despite trying to be a smart ass.” Ken walked over, hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. I chuckled. “You didn't think I was competitive and smart?” “Are you?” He raised his brows, mockingly. I stepped closer, my face a few inches away from his. “You really think I would let you punch me in front of my little ones without retaliating for nothing?” My tone came out clipped. His eyes flickered, putting him in a state of quandary. I let him. Stepping back as the referee came up with the microphone. “Looks like there is no winner,” he said. “There was violence!” A voice yelled from the crowd. It was tiny, the kind that only a child could produce. However, it was firm, hard… one that could only be from a brave kid. As expected it was Israel. He pointed at Ken from where he stood.“He punched my dad and violence especially when ki