All Chapters of Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

AlbertObsidian Hall wasn’t on any map, not the kind you could find in daylight.It lived beneath the city, beneath the lies and glitter, wrapped in velvet and sin. From the outside, it was just another warehouse by the docks, glass walls tinted so dark you couldn’t tell if the lights inside were candles or something more infernal.I had spent five days tracing the network of names and addresses from Emon’s notebooks, memorizing the codes, and weaving a story that would let me walk through the front door instead of sneaking through shadows.To them, I was Lucian Vale, a wealthy investor with a taste for the rare and the forbidden.To me, I was a ghost on borrowed time.The night I chose to go, the moon hung thin and cold. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless. Are you ready for this? she whispered.“I don’t have a choice,” I murmured.The air was sharp with salt from the sea as I approached. Two guards stood by the door, tall, armed, eyes gleaming faintly red under the dim light.

AlbertThe dawn was gray, slanted through the city’s buildings, when I stepped out of the Don’s den, the cold air biting through my shirt. My muscles ached from the past few days, the adrenaline, the magic, the sheer focus it took to subvert Emon’s plans, but I didn’t care. There was no time to rest… not yet. Edward’s life was hanging by a thread, and every second counted.Cess had been thorough in his warnings: “Albert, don’t underestimate Emon or his people. You’re not invincible.” I had nodded, outwardly calm, but inside, my wolf surged with impatience, urgency, and a pulse of fire that refused to be tamed. I knew I was stronger now, faster, sharper and more attuned to my senses than ever before, but I also knew that power alone wouldn’t save Edward. Planning, cunning, and decisiveness would.I walked lightly, blending into the shadows, keeping my senses stretched to their limits. The Don’s den behind me already seemed like another world; smoke-stained walls, remnants of greed and

Albert The air outside Bibi Kamwe’s lair was heavy with ash and regret. I didn’t look back. There was nothing behind me worth seeing, just the carcass of a witch’s lies and the bitter taste of deceit still thick on my tongue.I wondered why she wanted Edward dead but I would find out eventually.The moon was high when I stepped into the open, my heart thrumming with a strange mix of dread and determination. Every path I had taken since Edward fell ill had led to this… collecting the final pieces that would either save him… or end me.I took a deep breath, let my wolf senses unfurl, and let the world come alive around me.The forest pulsed. Magic hummed beneath the roots, carried in the wind, whispered in the rhythm of night insects. Somewhere far north, water murmured over rocks, a sacred spring. One of the ingredients Bibi had mentioned before she turned on me. She hadn’t wanted to give it up, but I had read it in her aura: the Spring of Thalen, guarded by blood and moonlight.I shi

AlbertThe night was unnaturally still.Even the trees seemed to hold their breath as I carried Edward’s limp body into the clearing from the infirmary. The moon hung low, pale and unsteady, as if unsure it wanted to witness what was about to happen.I had been preparing for this moment for days, memorizing every word, every motion, every symbol Bibi Kamwe had burned into my mind. The ritual of soul reclamation wasn’t meant for the living, it was a bridge between death and return. Between love and madness. Between what I was willing to lose and what I refused to.I laid Edward down at the center of the sigil I had carved into the earth. The soil still smelled of iron and rain. My hands trembled as I brushed strands of hair from his forehead. His skin was pale, too pale, and his heartbeat was so faint that it barely stirred the bond between us.But it was there.Flickering.Waiting for me to call it back to life.“Stay with me,” I whispered, even though he couldn’t hear. “I’m here now,

AlbertEdward’s breath stirs against my neck.It’s shallow, uneven… but real.I can't believe that he's back with me. Alive and breathing.I sit on the cold forest floor with him gathered against my chest, my arms wrapped around him as though my hold alone is keeping him tethered to this world. Maybe it is. The clearing still throbs with the fading hum of magic… the remnants of the ritual glowing faintly like constellations scattered in the grass. The moon hangs low and watchful, her light silvering everything she touches.Including him.Edward shifts slightly, a soft groan leaving his lips. My heart squeezes. His weight is warm, heavy, familiar. I bury my face in his hair, and stop.His hair.It isn’t the warm chestnut brown I’ve known all my life.It’s white. Completely, utterly white. Like moonlight turned solid including his lashes, his beard and his eyebrows.I freeze, staring at him.My fingers tremble as they brush the strands. The color isn’t dry or brittle like age, it’s aliv