All Chapters of The Professor's Forbidden Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EliasWhat…the…fuck…was my wolf thinking?After not hearing from her for almost an hour, I went to check on Delilah. I knocked on the door several times, called out her name, and became worried when I didn’t receive a response. Against my better judgment, I entered without an invitation and found my mate sleeping peacefully in the tub.My restraint lasted only a mere second before my wolf decided to take a front seat and involuntarily made me a spectator, and like the moronic, primitive bastard he was, he asked if he could taste her.I was mortified, but simultaneously intrigued to know her answer. However, I was more impressed that she recognized it was my wolf speaking to her and not me and handled him accordingly.[Earlier]“Can I taste you?”Delilah gazed at us in shock and didn’t bother to cover herself until he licked his lips. Slowly, she brought her arms to her chest and brought her knees up.“It’s cold. Will you keep me warm instead?”“I will,” he agreed readily.“That’s so go

DelilahThe walk from Elias’s home to my dorm took nearly an hour because I was constantly getting turned around. I failed miserably at maneuvering the unfamiliar campus and my thoughts simultaneously, and I couldn’t call Sabrina and ask for assistance because my phone was broken.At the moment, my biggest concern wasn’t my wishy washy mate, but how I’d explain why I was returning to the dorm at 2:00 in the morning wearing someone else's clothes. I had a gut feeling that Sabrina wouldn’t believe me.I punched in my student code on the keypad outside the main entrance. The keypad flashed green and the door unlocked. I entered the dormitory and was grateful that there weren’t any students meandering in the lobby or in the common area.Taking the steps two at a time, I quickly climbed the steps to the third floor.“Please be asleep,” I whispered, sticking my key into the lock. It tumbled open, and I slowly pushed the door open. I was relieved to find Sabrina’s bedroom door open and the l

Delilah“Elias,” I groaned, rolling over in bed to cuddle with my mate. Instead of making contact with warm skin and taut muscles, I was met by cool softness. I cracked open my eyes and rolled them when I realized he was gone.I didn’t know what I expected. I doubted he’d stick to the plan and officially make me his in three months. I considered myself understanding. I understood that Elias was under immense pressure, and that I wasn’t who he envisioned to be his mate. I understood what he could lose by being with me—his respect from colleagues, students, friends, and his father, his teaching position, and more, but I didn’t think I was wrong for giving him an ultimatum.I’d much rather he broke my heart now than string me along and make false promises.I rolled over, snatched up the pillow he slept on, and clutched it to my body, pretending it was him. But that only lasted a few seconds before I tossed it aside. There was nothing like the real thing.“Delilah? Are you awake?” my roomm

EliasI sat across from my sulking mate with a throbbing shoulder and wondered how the hell she was that strong.She sat with her legs crossed and stared at her tennis shoe—refusing to even glance at me.She was enraged, and so was I, but for different reasons.Anastasia Ashford was a fucking problem—a problem I couldn’t easily get rid of—not with the amount of money her parents funneled into the academy. That was the negative side of fortune. Wealthy people could buy their way in, or, in other cases, buy their way out. Ms. Ashford's academic records didn’t meet Nocturne Academy’s standards. Her essay stood out to me the most from any essay that crossed my desk because it was that atrocious. Her grammar and punctuation were atrocious; she typed “um” and “like” in the essay. Her application was dismal, and I was 100% certain she’d only make it through life on good looks and money.If it were up to me, she wouldn’t be a student at Nocturne Academy, but Caspian Grey loved his donors. But

EliasWe. Need. To. Talk.Words no one wanted to hear, especially not from their mate. “You have the floor.”“Words can’t describe how much I appreciate your generosity, but…people will start asking questions. My roommate will ask questions. What am I supposed to say?”“You can tell them to mind their damn business.”She snorted.“Yeah, like that’s gonna fly.”“Just say a distant family member gifted you the items as a graduation present.” “My distant family member gifted me a Black Card?” “I want to see you later,” I said suddenly. “Why?”“Must I need a reason?” “I-”Before she could finish her sentence, Delilah’s excitable roommate entered the suite, pleading to know what happened, ruining the moment. I hung up, and it was just as well, since my father barged in. I checked my watch. “It’s rude to enter without knocking,” I said, reminding him of the manners he didn’t give a damn about. My father’s faces reddened a deep crimson and I feared his head might explode. “You are de