Todos los capítulos de Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

AlbertThe forest was still trembling from the remnants of the little battle of magic we had just done, the air thick with the metallic tingle of magic and the faint crackle of death that Bibi Kamwe carried like a second skin. My hands glowed faintly, still pulsing with the warmth of what I had poured into breaking her magic, but that warmth was already fading, slipping away like water through my fingers. I stood between him and her, chest heaving, feet planted in the scorched earth.Across the clearing, Bibi Kamwe straightened, her cracked lips curling into a smile that didn’t belong on anything human.“Oh, little Seer Wolf,” she murmured. “Your light is bright… far brighter than I expected. But light burns out. Especially when it’s divided.”Her gaze flicked, pointedly, to my stomach.My wolf snarled inside me, furious and protective, but the magic of the ritual still clung to my bones, making my limbs heavy. Edward’s faint breathing behind me kept my heart beating, but also tore at

AlbertEdward keeps telling me I’m glowing.I don’t feel like I’m glowing. I feel… full. Like something inside me is stretching its tiny hands against my ribs, reminding me every few minutes that my body no longer belongs entirely to me. It’s strange… not unpleasant, just strange. And sometimes, right before I fall asleep, I hear things that don’t belong to the world around me.Whispers. Faint, distant. Not words… impressions.Warmth. Light. Mine.It scares me. It comforts me. It does both at once.My belly is now bigger and showing. Six months down the line and I feel as if I am carrying a tonne inside me.This morning, Edward insists I stay in bed, but I slip out anyway because his hovering is worse than the pregnancy nausea.I find him in the kitchen, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck as he watches the kettle boil and the chef and the servants are all standing in a line as if they are on trial but Edward doesn't notice it. His hair, streaked white after the ritual, falls into h

AlbertMy power moves like a living thing.A thin, silver-white strand, delicate as moonlit cobweb, touches Mariana’s forehead before she can flinch away. The woman freezes, eyes widening, pupils dilating in fear. She had arrived shaking, claiming Edward as her true mate, voice trembling with practiced desperation, but the moment my power grazes her skin… the truth begins to show.Her aura crackles.A faint shimmer peels away from her body like smoke being pushed from a flame, revealing something darker underneath, a shadow, coiling behind her ribs, twisting through her lungs, clinging to her spine like mold.My baby had been right.Not good. Not safe. Not true.The thought echoes softly inside me, a tiny voice, warm and urgent. My heartbeat stutters. I place a protective hand over my stomach, instinctively shielding the little life inside me.Edward moves behind me, weakened but still trying to stand between me and danger. His hand, trembling but determined, grips my shoulder. He sme

EdwardAlbert’s footsteps were still echoing when the silence finally closed in. I stared at the closed door the way a dying man stares at the last sliver of light slipping beneath it. You have until sunrise.Those words hit harder than any blow Bibi Kamwe or any enemy had ever thrown at me.Sunrise.As if Albert could measure the collapse of my world by something as gentle as dawn.My throat tightened. It wasn’t fear of losing my life, death had already brushed its fingers across my pulse when Albert dragged my soul back from the in-between. What terrified me, what hollowed out my ribs, was the thought of losing him. Losing them. Him and our baby.Albert and the tiny life growing inside him… the life I had claimed with teeth and soul.A life I wasn’t ready to protect because I still wouldn’t tell him the truth.I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, palms pressed against my face. My breath shook with how badly I wanted to call him back. To beg. To drop to my knees and bury my face ag

AlbertSleep takes me slowly, like warm water pulling me under.Edward’s breath is a soft rhythm behind me, his arm curled protectively over my waist, his palm splayed across my stomach as if he is subconsciously guarding the life growing inside me.For the first time in days, my body is not trembling.My heart is not breaking.The shadows I have been carrying feel lighter because Edward is here, warm, alive, and breathing.I drift.And then…The forest disappears.And then…I'm in Atlanta. My city. The place I called home for eighteen years.I don’t know how I got here, but suddenly I’m walking down a familiar street. The cracked sidewalks, graffiti on the walls, morning sunlight filtering between buildings I thought I had forgotten all feel like home. The scents hit me next: warm bread from the bakery on 8th, the burnt metal tang from the factory two blocks down, the faint smell of rain on concrete. And the people. They are everywhere.I gasp.Because this… this is home.My old home