All Chapters of Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

AlbertThe Still Waters Pack was beginning to feel less like a place I was trapped in and more like a place I belonged. Slowly, almost against my will, I had let myself settle into the rhythm of it… the quiet mornings filled with birdsong, the way the pack house always smelled faintly of fresh bread, and the constant, unyielding presence of Edward.It wasn’t perfect. I still battled whispers in the halls and the shadows of doubt in my mind, but here, with Edward’s arms around me at night, I was starting to breathe again. My nausea had lessened; the gnawing ache of loneliness wasn’t quite as sharp. And though I wouldn’t admit it out loud, I sometimes found myself smiling at little things… the way Cess always carried twice as many books as he needed, or how Edward absentmindedly rubbed my stomach as if checking that I was still real and there.That night, I curled against Edward’s chest as usual, my body sinking into the warmth of him. His heartbeat was a steady thrum against my ear, an

AlbertEdward wanted me to train with him.Of course he would. He stood in front of me that morning, arms crossed over his broad chest, golden eyes sharp as if daring me to argue. His wolf loomed just behind his expression, protective and stubborn.“You’ll spar with me,” he said, his tone clipped. “Or with Cess if you insist on someone else. Not the warriors. Not when you are carrying. We are the ones who will train you,” he added.The way he said carrying made heat crawl up my neck. Like I was some fragile vase filled with water, bound to crack at the slightest jostle. I knew his protectiveness came from love, but it still grated against the raw edge of my determination.“I don’t want to spar with you or Cess,” I said.The flicker in his eyes could have cut stone. “Why?”“Because you’ll hold back,” I told him, squaring my shoulders. My voice shook a little, but I didn’t back down. “And so will Cess. I need to learn for real, Edward. Not play pretend while you pretend not to break me

EdwardI have seen and been in countless fights in my lifetime. I have bled and watched others bleed. I have trained both wolves and humans. But I have never seen anything like this.Albert stood in the training ring, his chest rising and falling fast, eyes flashing that molten shade of gold that didn’t belong to an omega. The air around him shimmered… like heat waves bending light, and every movement he made was too sharp, too fast, too powerful for an omega and a pregnant one at that.The crowd had gone quiet. Even the sound of clashing metal had died out.My heart pounded painfully. No… this isn’t right. It wasn't supposed to be like this.He shouldn’t have been able to throw a trained warrior, one of the best in Silver Claws, like that. Not with one hand. Not without even shifting.How did he even hold a warrior's fist with his bare hands? And what was with his avoidance of the other party's fists and kicks? It was as if he could see the move before it came.I felt my throat tight

EdwardThe pack had never been that quiet before.The silence lingered like smoke after a storm. Warriors who usually strutted with pride now stood frozen, eyes wide and uncertain as they looked at us. I could still feel it, the pulse of raw energy that had erupted from him. The air itself had trembled, the earth beneath his feet had cracked, and for a brief, terrifying moment, I hadn’t recognized the boy… no, the man standing in front of me.Albert. My mate. My fragile, tender omega, glowing with a power that felt far too vast for his body.He hadn’t even looked back when I called his name. His eyes, usually warm and liquid gold, had been lit from within, sharp and distant, as though another force had been staring through him. That, more than anything, had chilled me.I had let him and Cess go back for a while as I talked to the warriors to steady things for a while before I also found out what was happening.I found him later in our chambers, pacing restlessly, his fists trembling.

AlbertWhen I opened my eyes, the world didn’t make sense.The ceiling above me was white, too white. The kind of white that felt sterile, deliberate, expensive. I blinked, once, twice, trying to push away the fog clouding my mind. My head was pounding, each heartbeat slamming against my skull like a drum. The dull ache stretched from the back of my neck to behind my eyes, sharp enough to make me groan.For a long moment, I couldn’t move. The sheets beneath me were soft, far too soft, like clouds woven from silk. The faint scent of lavender hung in the air, mixed with something crisp and faintly metallic, like air conditioning or polished steel.I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my temples so fiercely that I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. I couldn't even utter a groan.“What the hell…?” I murmured, pressing my palms to my face. My skin felt clammy, my throat dry.Slowly, I forced my eyes open again and took in my surroundings.The room was…beautiful. Almost unn