Semua Bab Bound by a Dangerous Fate to my Student: The Prophecy: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Sarah's POV My heart raced in panic as Alaric stepped out of his car, knowing that in that moment of anger, Anderson could spill everything to him. Before I could warn Anderson not to say or do anything that might expose me, Alaric was already standing in front of us, his expression laced with concern. "Sarah? What's wrong?" he asked, scanning my face for answers. "Uhm... Hey." I forced a small smile. "Nothing’s wrong." But then things took an unexpected turn when Anderson said with a smile, "You must be my favourite teacher's lover," extending his hand for a handshake. "Lover?" Alaric chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm just her friend." Anderson leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was speaking to a ghost. "You two could be a lot more than just friends. You know that, right?" He took a deep breath as if he was possessed. "I can feel it." They shared a laugh afterwards. What an asshole! "Hmm. I've got to leave now. As you can see, I was about to do that before yo

Anderson's POV I thought my last encounter with Amber at the party would be the end of it, especially since she never reached out like she said she would. Honestly, I had forgotten all about her until she unexpectedly showed up at my school. I was just about to get into my car and head home when the tinted window of a sleek black Aston Martin rolled down, revealing her. She grinned at me like she owned the world. "Hey, pretty boy. Miss me?" I chuckled in disbelief, shoving my hands into my pockets. "What do you think?" "Well, I don't really know. But I do." She admitted, eyes twinkling with mischief. I smirked. "Should I say that's expected?" Her smile widened, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks when I asked her what she was doing here. "I'm here for you, of course." That threw me off. "Me?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "How did you even get in when you are not a student here?" She leaned on the steering wheel, lips curving in amusement. "I have my ways around here. Now,

Author's POV The grand dining hall of the Blackwood Pack's royal chamber was filled with the rich aroma of roasted venison and spiced root vegetables as Alpha Derek and his children had dinner. Axel cleared his throat, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke—not to anyone in particular, but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. "By the way,” he said, his tone laced with mischief, “I invited an outsider to the forthcoming feast.” A sharp silence fell over the room, the only sound being the clatter of cutlery abruptly stilled as a collective glare was shot in his direction, disbelief written across every face. Alaric was the first to react. He scoffed. “Do you even hear yourself? Tell me you are joking.” Axel smirked, unbothered. “I’m not.” Alaric let out a short chuckle. “Unbelievable. You never cease to amaze me." "Always messing around, never carrying himself like real royalty," he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Axel and everyone to catch the jab. Al

Anderson's POV Alpha Derek’s gaze darkened as he gave a simple but firm command. “Follow me.” Without another word, he turned and walked ahead. I hesitated, watching his back, trying to guess what he was up to. After a moment, I followed him in silence, my steps cautious. We emerged onto the balcony, where the grand feast sprawled below. He leaned against the railing, his expression unreadable as he stared at the gathering. “What’s this about?” I asked, keeping my guard up in case he decided to strike. Instead of answering, he murmured, “You ever think about how some things in this world just… persist?” His words threw me off because they had nothing to do with my question. "No matter how many centuries pass, how many empires fall, some things remain the same.” Now standing next to him, I rested my hand on the railing as well and raised an eyebrow, shooting him a sideways glance. "Like what?” He tilted his head slightly, still watching the scene below. “Predators and prey.

Anderson's POV Blood was everywhere—splattered across the walls, pooling on the marble floor, even dripping from the ceiling like some gruesome rain. The whole office reeked of death, turning the space into something out of a nightmare. I stood in the middle of it all, my breaths ragged, chest rising and falling as I shifted back into my human form—naked and covered in blood. The last time I had lost control like this was during my first shift. Back then, the massacre had been a mistake—innocent people torn apart in a blood frenzy I could not control. But this time… this time, I had been fully aware. The carnage was not an accident. It was a sentence carried out. And every single one of these bastards deserved it. They were all guilty. Every last one of them worked for the loan shark company Sarah owed—a company that thrived on preying on the desperate, feeding off their misery, and stripping them of everything until they were left with nothing but despair. While secretly followin