All Chapters of Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

Edward The woods were still breathing behind me, thick with blood and the scent of fear, but I was already thinking of the next one. The first body lay sprawled behind a birch tree, neck at the wrong angle, gun still warm in his hand. Marcus had sent amateurs first. That was his mistake. But I didn't blame him because he knew me as a professor here and not the overall Lord of the Mafia world.He should have investigated who I was before trying to kill me.The SUV they had come in was still idling near the roadside, tinted windows reflecting nothing but trees and the moon. I slipped into the shadows, crouching behind a rotting log as another pair came into view, moving cautiously. Not cautious enough though.Three heartbeats. Two above ground. One in the car. I waited for the wind to shift.There.A flicker of movement. The taller one stepped forward, scanning the woods. His partner swept right, near where I had snapped the neck of the first one.They hadn’t found him yet. But they

AlbertAs I lay on Albert's arms all spent and content, I began to reminisce about what we had just done.Edward’s lips were on mine the moment the door closed.Hot, desperate and unapologetic.My back hit the wall, and he kissed me like a man possessed. Like the years of restraint had finally shattered into ash. His hands had gripped my hips, then my waist, pulling me flush against the solid heat of him.I had moaned into his mouth, clutching at the damp fabric of his shirt. He tasted like rain and something wild, something mine.His kisses had moved to my neck, “I waited,” he had growled between each breath. “Gods, Albert. I waited so long.”I didn’t have words. Just the thundering of my pulse and the searing burn of our bond snapping taut between us.I had clung to him as if my life had depended on it, whispering, “I don’t want to wait anymore.”In a flash, he had swept me into his arms.I gasped, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he carried me across the room like I weighed no

AlThe door opened, and there he stood.Emon. The man I dreaded to face but had to face.His eyes met mine like he had been expecting me, like maybe he had felt it, somehow, even before I had knocked.I swallowed hard, but my voice wouldn’t come. Guilt had lodged itself in my throat like a jagged stone. I felt like shit for what I had done to the man who I knew adored me.He didn’t speak.He just stepped aside, silent and calm, and held the door open for me.“Welcome back," he said with a smile that cut through me and I hung my head in shame.My legs moved before my mind could catch up. I stepped inside, half-hoping he would slam the door shut behind me and scream, tell me to get out, call me every name I deserved. Because I did deserve his anger.But instead…He closed it gently and with a welcoming smile."Sit," he said softly, motioning toward the armchair near the fireplace.I sat because I didn’t know what else to do. My hands rested on my knees, fists clenched, as the silence wr