Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Baby For My Professor : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

CLARISSA The room was too quiet. That bone-deep kind of silence that came after the world had screamed itself hoarse. The healer was frozen in place. And I couldn't look away from the figure standing just beyond the foggy window.Callum.He didn't move. He just stood there, half-shadow, half-man, as if the night itself had blended with him. And when he smiled, I felt my blood run cold. Surely, he wasn't going to try and attack me or steal my baby, right?My arms curled instinctively around my son, holding his tiny body against my chest as my pulse thundered in my ears. No. No. He wasn't getting near him. Not now. Not ever."Stay back," I snarled, my voice hoarse from screaming. "You don't get to claim what isn't yours."He didn't answer. He stepped forward, right through the window, like there was never a barrier in the first place. The moment he crossed the threshold, my baby screamed. It was a high, sharp cry that stabbed through the fog in my head.The healer moved between us,

CLARISSA He was so small. So impossibly small. He was just two days old and was already the center of my entire universe. His tiny body rested against my chest, wrapped in a soft blanket Elara had laid out earlier. We'd just finished his bath, and now his hair stuck up in soft, damp wisps. The room smelled like lavender and honeyed soap, but all I could focus on was the baby in my arms. My son. Elara tucked the towels into a basket. "He didn't fuss much this time," she said with a faint smile. "He's getting used to it," I murmured, brushing my knuckle against his cheek. "Or maybe he knows he's safe." Elara turned to look at me, her gaze tender. "He does. You're doing beautifully, Clarissa." That meant more than I could say. She gathered the rest of the supplies, careful not to disturb the quiet. "I'll give you a moment alone. Call me if you need anything." I nodded, watching her go. And then it was just me and him again. Two days. That's all it had been. But every s

JAXON "Hey, old man."The words were casual. I didn't think I would ever hear those words at my age. Therefore, they hit me like a goddamn truck.I didn't move.My bloodied fist curled tighter as the world slowed down to a crawl. The copper tang of blood filled my lungs. It wasn't from my kill. Neither was it from the fight I'd barely survived. No, this was different.It was coming from the man bleeding on the floor looking exactly like...No. No, it wasn't possible.I stepped forward slowly, my boots thudding against the marble floor. The others were frozen, their eyes darting between him and me like they were waiting for something to explode."Who the hell are you?" I demanded.The smirking bastard looked up at me with those eyes...those same damn eyes as the infant I'd cradled just days ago...glinting with something that didn't belong in a dying man."Still venomous," he rasped. "Good to know how long you've been like that."I didn't blink or let my shock show. Not yet.But s

CLARISSA I jolted awake in bed with a start. I was so certain I’d just heard a deafening crash but the house was too quiet.I sat up, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. For a second, I couldn't breathe. The room was dark, washed in silver moonlight, but it was empty.Jaxon wasn't beside me.Panic gripped me.I reached out, my hand brushing the cold sheets where his warmth should've been. My stomach twisted. Something felt... off.I hurried across the room in quick strides. Zion was still in his cot, sleeping peacefully, his tiny fists curled under his chin.But the instinct in me that had surged to life the first time I’d heard his cry roared louder now.I slipped on my robe, lifting Zion gently into my arms. He stirred, letting out a soft sound. Then he settled on my chest.I pressed a kiss to his head and moved towards the door, my heartbeat echoing in my ears.As I stepped into the hallway, I heard Jaxon’s voice. He sounded concerned.I moved faster, h

ZION The moment I saw Lilith holding the child version of myself, the dreadful memories from my timeline filled my head.She had no right. No right to be near him. No right to breathe the same air as him. Not after what she did in my timeline. Not after she butchered children with a smile or when she and her brother dragged my mother's corpse to the Hollow King and made her a bargaining chip.Not after they turned my world into a graveyard.My grip tightened on the doorframe. They should be thankful I wasn't in top condition. But that didn't mean that I would let them have their way. So I moved, faster than they could've predicted.And then I was in front of her. Lilith. My claws sliced through the delicate column of her throat like it was paper. Her eyes widened, and blood spurted across my arm. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a wet, gurgling rasp.I caught the infant—my younger self—before he hit the floor. He blinked up at me with innocence and trust, oblivious