Semua Bab Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Bab 51 - Bab 60

EmonWhen Bibi Kamwe summoned me to the back room of her cottage the next morning, I knew it was time and I was so ready.It was time to see exactly what I was going up against.She was quiet as she worked; drawing chalk symbols across the wooden floor, lighting candles that flickered blue instead of orange, placing bowls of herbs and bones at each corner of the room.There was a hum in the air. A pulse. Like the room itself had taken a breath and was holding it. It was as if the hut was alive.I didn't bother her and she turned to me at last, when she was done organising.“You want to sever a bond marked by an Alpha. You must first understand what an Alpha is.”I nodded once. “I’m ready. I wanted to understand Edward and why Albert would be so smitten by him.She gave a slight grunt, approval or warning, I couldn’t tell.“Sit. Don’t speak unless I ask you to.”I lowered myself into the center of the circle she had drawn, legs crossed, hands resting on my knees. She sat opposite me an

AlbertI woke up with a weight inside me.Not metaphorical but a literal, pulsing weight.Warm. Stretching. Throbbing.At first, I thought I was dreaming. Everything was hazy, the air thick with sweat and the scent of something wild and familiar. My body ached in a way that was all too telling.Then I moved my leg… and felt him.Still inside me.Still knotted.Panic hit me like a flood.I opened my eyes and blinked through the shadows of Emon’s bedroom… Emon’s… and I remembered.Edward.His voice. His touch. The way the bond had cracked open and I had fallen into him like gravity.I bit back a sob.Why would I after I had tried to resist for so long? I thought I was winning!He stirred behind me, his arms wrapped around my stomach, his chest pressed against my back like a furnace."You are awake," he murmured, lips brushing my shoulder."Get out of me," I rasped, my throat raw.He exhaled slowly. “I can’t yet. The knot…”“I know how it works,” I snapped.My face flushed with shame.Th

Emon The light in Bibi Kamwe’s hut was dim, the air thick with the smell of burning herbs and old secrets.She had drawn the curtains tighter today. No natural light seeped in. Only the dull orange glow from the coals under the iron cauldron lit the small room, casting flickering shadows on the walls that made everything feel… haunted.“This isn’t a spell, boy,” she said, her voice dry and sharp as dried leaves. “This is a severance. You are going up against nature. The gods. The moon herself. This is not something that forgives mistakes. It takes and you have to be ready.”I nodded. I had long stopped trying to show fear. It had no place here. Not when the woman before me had eyes like ancient wells, deep, dark, and unmoved.“Repeat it back,” she said.I swallowed and recited, voice firm despite the unease in my gut. Whenever I would feel fear, my mind went to Albert and his curled form, in pain. I was doing this for him.“To break a bond, I need the root of the silver bark tree, cr

AlbertIt was the third night. Three whole fucking nights.I woke up to silence… again. There was no humming from the kitchen, no faint clicks of Emon typing away on his laptop, no presence. Just that hollow emptiness echoing in the apartment like a cruel reminder that something was terribly, terribly wrong.That I had been left alone… or worse, that something terrible had happened to Emon. I wondered if he had had enough of me and my emotional baggage and decided to leave even without telling me.I sat on the couch, the blanket sliding off my legs. I was still sore, still aching in places that reminded me what Edward and I had done a day earlier. What I had done in the house of the man who had stood with me through it all.I reached for my phone and checked it again. No new messages. No missed calls. I tried calling him again. Still out of reach. A dull pain flared behind my eyes as I clenched the phone in my hand, my stomach churning.He hadn’t come home in three days.Was he ang

AlbertWhen I opened the door, I didn’t expect to be met by a towering figure whose presence filled the entire frame.He was huge, dark-skinned with broad shoulders that strained against his tight, sleeveless shirt. His chest was barrel-like, arms thick with coiled muscle and crisscrossed with faded scars. His face looked like it had been carved from granite: sharp jawline, flattened nose, and deep-set eyes that scanned me like a threat before he tried, and failed, to soften them with a smile. Even that smile looked like it had to fight its way through a decade of street fights and hard years. His hair was cropped low, his beard was rough and patchy, and tattoos snaked up the side of his neck.I didn’t breathe.“Uh… sorry,” he said, his voice deep and hoarse, like someone who didn’t talk unless it was absolutely necessary. “Is Mr. Smith inside?”I blinked, brain scrambling to catch up.“Smith?” I echoed stupidly, because no part of me connected that name to anyone I knew. I had forgot