The Alpha’s Banished Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

“This is the class you will be lecturing,” we entered a large class where the students were already seated. I could not say that I was particularly fond of what constituted my class. None of the smiled at me even though I had breezed in with a smile. “You don't smile here,” Thatcher whispered into my ear and at once I fixed my facial expression. “This is Professor Olivia, she will be lecturing you on battle strategy,” Thatcher introduced me to the class. I had the urge to raise my eyebrow at the introduction. Processor Olivia? Me? A professor? “Every teacher here irrespective of whatever position they hold outside this walls are addressed by the title professor while every student is called comrade. The college does not acknowledge title,” Thatcher explained to me. That was alright with me. I did not mind being called a professor one bit. If anything, it had a nice ring to it. I felt that I could enjoy being a professor more than I enjoyed being Luna. “I see, thank you, Thatche

Olivia's POV “I thought you hated school. In your words, the teachers are very mean people,” I ruffled up my son's curly hair playfully. We had just finished at school and we were now driving back to the palace. We had been attending the school for three weeks now and I had to admit that I was beginning to fall in love with the place. I discovered that I had a real passion for teaching and it was not long before my students felt my passion. The students mostly liked me or so I had been led to believe by General Thatcher who had told me so three days ago. “They all want to register for your class but it's a bit too late for that,” she had told me. “What they?” “The others who had decided at the beginning of the semester that they would not take the course because they were unsure of this new professor. We did not know then that you would be joining us and even when they found out it was you, they were still very doubtful,” she had explained to me. “It means I'm doing something ri

“My big mouth is what brings business,” the coachman hissed. With the help of the local authorities in the area, I had them all arrested and then returned the wagon back. By the time I was done for the day, it was very dark and I was very tired. I retired to my room hoping to be able to rest after the day's troubles. I did not expect however to see anyone at my door. “Prinsca? What are you doing here?” I asked her. “I thought that you would need a friend. This place looks… lonely?” she shrugged her shoulders suggestively. “What brings you here? This is no place for a woman to be,” I said as I opened the door to my room. She followed me inside even though I had not invited her in. “No place for a woman to be? Why is that?” she asked me stubbornly. “It’s a warehouse for cotton.” “So women do not work here or are not permitted to work here?” “I have a bad headache, Prinsca. If you're here only to add to it, please leave,” I begged her, I just wanted to take a nice bath and sleep

Olivia's POV I noticed that Jeremy had grown quieter. He remained the cheery child I knew but he was no longer as talkative with me anymore. Usually, Jeremy could not wait to fill me in on how his day had gone; what new friends he had made; what he had eaten for lunch; even the smallest scratch he had suffered while playing. But when I asked him about his days now, he would give me the customary, “it was fine, mama.” He always said this with a twinkle in his eyes so I knew there was more to talk about but he never said anything more. When I discussed this with General Thatcher who was fast becoming a friend and my closest confidant, she said, “well, there was a time you were his only friend, you were the only one he could talk to but now he has Sasha and other friends in his class. He also has his teachers to talk with.” She had a point of course but I sensed that it was something more, “I think he's hiding something from me.” “Like what? Do you think he has picked up vices?” she

4 Years Later Jeremy’s POV I woke up hoping that today would be different—different in the sense that my parents would have the decency not to fight on my tenth birthday. Honestly, I was becoming fed up with the situation at home, it only worsened as the days passed. It was as though the both of them could not bear the sight of each other. They would go many days without speaking to each other and when they did, they spoke to each other in raised voices. I woke up, excited to celebrate my birthday. I knew that my mother had a surprise party all planned out for me at the college later in the day. I would actually be surprised of course but I had known three weeks ago when she had been arguing with the cook, telling Helen that the food she cooked was average at the best and she wanted it to be perfect on that day. I had almost blown my cover from where I had been hiding, crouched low in one of the cupboards by chuckling a little. My mother was something of a perfectionist and she wa