All Chapters of Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

AlThe forest was a blur of dark trees and flickering shadows, the wind carrying scents and sounds that I barely registered. My paws tore through fallen leaves, past underbrush and rocks, my body weaving between trunks like a whisper. But even as my wolf ran with tireless desperation, my thoughts, still raw and human, clung to me like thorns.He loved me.He loved me then… and still, he let me go.He let me think I was nothing to him.He hurt me deliberately.I didn’t know how long I had been running. Time bent strangely in the woods, stretching and curling like fog. The moon trailed behind the branches above, ever watching, but offering no comfort. Only silence.I slowed finally, breath heaving from my nostrils, the cold air harsh in my lungs. The wolf wanted to keep going. To keep running until we both forgot. But I sank to the ground beneath an old cypress tree, trembling, ears lowered, eyes reflecting the moonlight like fractured glass.My thoughts were louder now that my body was

EmonThe warehouse was nestled at the edge of the industrial zone, half-concealed by rusted fences and silence. To the world, it looked long abandoned, an empty relic of a collapsed trucking business. But inside, the truth breathed in shadows and gunmetal.This was the place where my base was. My father had allowed me to come to Nevada with the promise that I would expand our territory and I was doing just that.I arrived at 5:57 AM, dressed in black from collar to boots. My hair was still damp from the shower, slicked back neatly. The cold morning air bit at my cheeks, but my blood burned hot beneath my skin.They were already waiting when I stepped inside.Five men stood in formation near the center of the warehouse. No one sat. No one spoke. The space smelled faintly of oil and cold steel, the walls echoing with each heavy boot step as I approached. A sixth man, older, broad-shouldered and graying, waited just slightly ahead of the rest: Marcus, Red Group’s field captain and a trus