All Chapters of A Baby For My Professor : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CLARISSA I felt the change within him before he pulled away. His temperature had spiked up and his body had gone stiff. Something was wrong.I reached for him, and he moved away from me, his gaze fixed on the ground in front of him."Jaxon—" I started to say, and he shook his head."Not now. Don't ask," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His breathing was uneven, his fists clenched so tightly that his blood stained knuckles turned white.My heart sank. The last time I'd seen him like this was in his office, when he had tried to hide whatever was tormenting him. Now, it was happening again.I hated being clueless, and seeing him in this condition made me worry that whatever was affecting someone as powerful as him was much bigger than anything I could think of."Give me your hand," he said, and I swallowed hard, holding out my hand to him.Quietly, he slashed his claws across the inside of his wrist, and blood welled to the surface. Then he allowed his blood to drop on

JAXON I'd been slipping for three days. It was the first time I'd slipped for that long.And when I'd regained consciousness, the fever had struck me hard. Dante and his twin must've been scared shirtless. They'd asked Erin to take care of me. She was the one my father had wanted me to marry when I'd been in his pack. I'd tried to dissolve our engagement, but Erin wasn't going to have it. She claimed that she would kill herself if I ever went after another woman. Therefore, when she'd learnt that I'd met my fated mate, she'd grown irritable, desperate to rip us apart.I should've seen this coming.When she'd suddenly visited my office earlier that morning, claiming that she was worried that I was still not strong enough to return to the academy, she'd been acting strange.It turns out that she'd been waiting for this moment.I stared at Clarissa, a lump forming in my throat. I could see the unmistakable pain and anger in her eyes. She probably believed I'd played her for a foo

CLARISSA I slipped in and out of consciousness so many times. There were times when I felt them dab my head with a towel. I could smell antiseptics and my blood. I could feel them prodding at me. The pain finally dulled, and I fell asleep. When I awoke again, the world was hazy, swimming in soft greys.There was a dull pressure on my hand. Someone was holding me. A lopsided grin curled my lips as I lifted my hand to touch his dark hair. He was sitting by my side, resting his head on the bed. He seemed to be asleep, judging from the way he didn't even stir when I stroked his hair. A strange peace settled over me, so fragile it felt like glass. I was too tired to speak, too fogged to think.So I closed my eyes and fell asleep once more. I stirred a few more times, pulled towards consciousness by soft voices or the gentle squeeze of his hand. He never left. Not once. Even if I couldn't speak, even if my mind was clouded, I felt him."Clarissa? Can you hear me?" A feminine voice

CLARISSA I didn't know a lot about my mother. She died three days after I was born. My father rarely ever spoke of her, and whenever he did, his eyes would be clouded by grief. Staring at the framed photo in my hand, I wiped away the tears on my cheeks, trying not to get too emotional. Since my mother used to be a director at the academy, perhaps she'd been a powerful woman. I wanted to know more about her.I turned to look at my mate, swallowing past the lump in my throat."Did you—" I started to say. But then he pressed his hand over my mouth, gesturing at me to stay silent. As if on cue, the lights came on, and a loud feminine voice called out."Who's there?"I recognized it immediately. It was Professor Storm's.What was she doing here? I couldn't help but wonder.Slowly, Jaxon moved closer to me, shifting me into his arms. My breath caught in my throat when he suddenly lifted me off the ground in one fluid motion like I weighed less than a piece of paper.Footsteps inche

JAXON Clarissa Nightbourne. That beautiful young woman was quickly occupying my heart and smashing through my walls like she’d trained all her life for it. I wanted her so badly, it physically hurt. But what could I do? Until she was fully able to use and control her power, she couldn’t fix me. Even so, the idea of using her for that purpose just didn’t sit right with me. I wanted to pamper her and serenade her with my affection. I didn’t want her to be burdened by the thought that she needed to fix me. If I could exist side by side with her, it was already a blessing. I wanted to be selfish and claim her despite everything standing in our way. Nonetheless, each time I saw those brilliant purple eyes of hers, I was always overcome with the urge to keep her safe. And if safe meant keeping her away from me, I would do it. I was heading to my office when I saw her with the triplet elites. They were deeply engrossed in a conversation. I’d driven Clarissa to school earlier that mo