Todos os capítulos de Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

(The night he stopped running and began to rise.)AlbertI didn’t wait for Emon’s questions or explanations on why I should stay.The moment his eyes widened in shock, just a flicker, a heartbeat, I moved.One breath, and my body blurred into motion.The next, the world shattered.The wall exploded around me in a rain of dust and brick. I didn’t use the door; I didn’t even think of it. My instincts took over, something feral, ancient, and magnificent roaring to life within me.Behind me, I heard Emon’s startled cry, the old woman’s gasp, the sound of something heavy falling, but I didn’t stop. I dove straight into the open night.And gods, I was falling.The air lashed at my face, tore at my clothes, howled in my ears like an animal greeting me back to freedom. The drop should’ve killed me, eighteenth floor, at least. I could see the dark trees and the silver line of the distant river, the lights far below flickering like fireflies.But instead of crashing to my death… I rose.Power s

EdwardI knew something was wrong the moment Albert told me to go back. The tremor in his voice hadn’t escaped me. It was brittle and forced like glass cracking beneath pressure. He had said that he was fine, that I didn’t need to worry, and though every instinct screamed at me to stay, I had forced myself to obey his wish.I returned to the pack with my wolves and gave the order for everyone who had gone out to come back to the house. It was supposed to be a night of vigilance, not a hunt. The Blood Moon had a way of stirring instincts best left asleep, and I couldn’t risk anyone losing control. Still… I couldn’t stop glancing toward the woods, my chest tight with unease.Something about Albert’s tone haunted me. It wasn’t anger this time. It was distance. Finality. As though he was saying goodbye.I tried to brush it off, but every time I attempted to focus on the pack, the same thought clawed through my head … He’s in trouble.By midnight, my composure cracked. I excused myself fro

EdwardThe night was alive with chaos.I had felt battles before in my pack as I grew up and even as an alpha, the tremor of clashing claws, the scent of blood mingling with earth and moonlight, but nothing like this. The Blood Moon glared down on Still Waters Pack like an omen, and beneath it, my wolves fought like shadows tearing through flame.The moment I commanded Albert to stay back, his wide, stubborn eyes seared into my mind. I could still hear his voice calling after me, pleading, “Edward, please…!” But I couldn’t risk him. Not now. Not when the rogues moved like a coordinated storm. And not when he was heavily pregnant and had been through a kidnapping ordeal.I shifted, bones cracking, fur bursting through my skin in a rush of power that scorched the air. My wolf, Fire, howled to the heavens, a deep, resonant sound that carried over the forest. It was both a call and a warning. My pack surged forward at the signal, claws raking, fangs flashing.The rogues were many. Too man

“Some bonds do not break… they bleed.”AlbertThe world came back to me in fragments.The first thing I felt was the earth, cold, damp and trembling beneath my palms. The second was the silence. No cries, no footsteps, no breath of life. Just an eerie, endless quiet that settled over the forest like a shroud.I coughed, the taste of smoke and metal clinging to my tongue. My head pounded, and when I blinked, I saw silver dust floating in the air, glowing faintly in the moonlight. The Blood Moon still hung high above, crimson and alive, but the forest... the forest looked as if it had burned from the inside out.I sat up slowly, every muscle screaming. My clothes were torn, streaked with soot, and a faint shimmer clung to my skin; residual magic, I realized, from the explosion. Emon. The witch. The ritual. It all came back in flashes, her chanting, his hand reaching out, the walls shaking, and then nothing.I pressed a trembling hand to my chest. The bond pulsed there, faint but present

AlbertCess’s hand was still gripping my arm when we got inside. His fingers trembled, but his voice was steady when he called out for the kitchen.“Prepare something warm for Albert,” he ordered. “Soup, toast, and steak. Now.”I tried to protest, but he shot me a glare that silenced me faster than a command from an Alpha.“You haven’t eaten since all the chaos started,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost coaxing. “Sit down.”“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, trying to shake off the chill that had settled in my bones since I told him what I intended to do.Cess sighed, running a hand through his silver-streaked hair. “I don’t care if you’re hungry or not. You’re going to eat. You look like a ghost, Al. Don't forget you Al just eating for you now.”I wanted to tell him that ghosts don’t get hungry either. But the moment I met his eyes, all my retorts crumbled. He looked at me with such quiet desperation that it felt wrong to keep resisting.So I sat down.The aroma of chicken broth fi