Semua Bab The Professor's Forbidden Mate: Bab 21 - Bab 27

Elias The secretary lamp on my desk softly illuminated the spreadsheets and financial records splayed across my desk. A damp ring from my bourbon glass moistened the wood. I couldn’t be bothered with a coaster—not when Nocturne was on the verge of collapse. “This is fucking bullshit,” I said for what might’ve been the hundredth time since my father delivered the records. I circled a transaction in red and slid the page to him. “Explain this transaction.”My father considered it for a few seconds before returning to his new favorite line, “It’s personal.” I nodded and added the transaction to the growing list of “personal” expenditures my father deemed necessary. So far, the transactions totaled $3.7 million.“No wonder you’ve been hounding me about becoming dean. You didn’t want me to be dean because you believed in me. No, you wanted me to become dean so that I could be the fall guy when shit hit the fan.”My father remained silent until he felt emboldened to address me again.

Elias I watched closely as Augustus turned as pale as a ghost as he reviewed the statements. Suddenly, he started laughing.“Good one, Elias,” he said, sliding the documents back towards me.“It’s not a joke.”Augustus’ brows drew together and worry lined his face.“Swear on it,” he demanded.I leaned forward and whispered, “I swear on my mate.”“Fuck,” Augustus groaned, massaging his temples. “Nocturne Academy can’t shut down. I’ll be unemployed, and I’m too old to get by on my charms and good looks any longer.”I chuckled and shoved the damning evidence into my desk drawer.“Objectively, you are still a very handsome and charming man.”“You think so? My ugliness could explain why I don’t have a mate yet.”“Your sexual appetite is why you don’t have a mate yet. You should consider settling down.”Augustus scoffed and waved me off.“You find your mate and suddenly you’re a relationship guru.”“I’m not saying that; however, you should consider taking Claudia Castille off my hands.”“N

DelilahI stared at the mountain of luxury bags that sprawled on my bed and wondered if I had purchased too much. Halfway through our shopping excursion, I had expected to receive a warning text from Elias telling me that I needed to chill with the spending, but he hadn’t.“You have a killer haul. I’m so jealous,” Sabrina said, picking up a handbag. “This is so gorgeous,” she said, looping it onto her shoulder.“I’m glad you like it. It’s yours.”Sabrina tilted her head and blinked several times before asking, “Mine?”“It’s a thank you and apology. Thanks for sticking up for me and your generosity, and I’m sorry your dress was ruined.”“Oh! I can’t accept this!” she said, trying to hand the bag back to me.I shoved it back towards her.“You can…and you will,” I said firmly.Sabrina’s lips curled into a tight smile.“Well…if you insist.”My roommate chatted animatedly as she modeled the handbag on her shoulder in my mirror while I answered texts from Elias.E: That depends…will you be

Delilah“Professor Grey nearly killed a pledge his senior year.”It felt as if the words echoed through the bustling arcade—louder than the crack of pool balls, louder than the pinball machines dinging, and louder than my heart thumping in my chest.“He almost killed someone?”Julian nodded.“According to the rumors.”“What happened?” I questioned, pushing for answers, gripping the pool stick tightly until my knuckles whitened.Julian was about to explain when Ashton interrupted.“Don’t worry. I got this. You always leave out too many details.”“I do not,” Julian argued, taking offense.Ashton ignored him and continued.“Rumor says that the student was unconscious for three days after Professor Grey had gotten hold of him. He woke up with a shattered collarbone and a claw mark across his throat.”Sabrina stilled.“Wait…what?”“It’s true,” Leighton said, joining the conversation. “From what I heard, the upperclassmen used to go feral during the hunt. Grey was…a brute. He was fast, bruta