All Chapters of Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EdwardThe shadows seemed to cling to me long after Kairo’s presence faded into them. His words still echoed in my head, annoyingly gentle, as if forgiveness was a simple thing that could be plucked from the air like a ripe fruit. He had told me that Marcus’s life balanced on a blade, and my hands could tip it one way or another. But I wasn’t his savior. Not after everything he had done.I clenched my fists and turned away from the healer’s retreating silhouette. My chest burned with anger, but underneath it all, guilt gnawed steadily, like a wolf chewing bone.Marcus was my brother, yes but Athena was also my beloved. Should I just forget everything?“No,” I muttered into the night, to him, to myself, to Marcus. “I won’t. He made his bed and now, he's lying on it.”I kept walking, each step heavy, as though the earth itself wanted to drag me back. For once, I ignored that pull.The silence around me grew too loud, too suffocating. I needed a distraction, something to anchor me befor

EdwardThe call with Cess still lingered in my mind as I stood outside the pack house, the cold air biting at my skin. My son’s words echoed in me like a steady drumbeat: “Being an Alpha means rising above your wrongdoers.” He was right. Damn him, he was right.Kairo glanced at me, his expression unreadable as always, but I could feel the silent question in his stare: Are you ready?I nodded, jaw tight. “Let’s get this over with.”The pack house felt heavier than it had this morning. Every wall, every corridor held memories of betrayal and exile, and now I was walking back into it with the weight of judgment pressing down on me. The guards opened the door to the holding chamber, and there he was… Marcus.My brother.Or at least, the shell of the man who once carried that title.Marcus was on the floor, knees pulled tight to his chest. His face was swollen from tears and exhaustion, his hands trembling as though he had been fighting demons even I couldn’t see. When his eyes lifted and

EdwardI had thought I was done bleeding for this pack. But here I was again, walking these corridors, the walls I once called home, walls that now felt like strangers. My footsteps echoed off the stone floor of the Still Waters Pack house, a place that had birthed me, raised me, praised me, and in the same breath, discarded me.Marcus’ choice lingered heavy in my chest. He had chosen to go rogue rather than live stripped of his wolf, stripped of his birthright. His betrayal still cut through me like a jagged blade. The memory of severing our bond would haunt me until the day I died. It was as if part of my soul had been peeled away, and though I hated him, though he had killed Athena and tried to kill Cecil, he was still my blood. And blood always leaves a stain when it’s cut from you.I had stood there, steady, unflinching as Kairo’s ritual pulled the curse from him. I had given my blood, I had watched him scream, writhe, beg… and I had not moved. He had made his choice, and I would

AlbertNights were the worst.The nausea and fever came in waves during the day, but when the sun sank and the village fires burned low, I was left with something far heavier: silence. It pressed against my chest, smothering me in memories I had been running from. Memories of Edward’s voice, the way it had carried through the night like something steady, unshakable. The way he had once held me when I thought I would fall apart like that day he found me sprawled on the floor of Emon's apartment.Now, in the dark of my hut, I couldn’t stop hearing him.“Edward.”It was only my own mind whispering his name, but it made my heart clench. I buried my face in the rough pillow, willing myself to stop, to block him out. I had chosen this path. I had left. I couldn’t afford to falter now.But my wolf wouldn’t listen.Thalia, my other half, my wolf, pushed against the walls of my chest, restless, pacing. She whined in the back of my mind, not in words, but in feelings. Longing. Need. A primal ac

AlbertThe sound of his voice clung to me like a lifeline.“Cess…” I whispered again, hardly believing the connection was real. My hands shook around the phone, knuckles white, tears refusing to stop.There was a pause on the other end, and then that same familiar steadiness I had missed so much.“Al,” he said softly, as if my name was the most delicate thing in the world, one wrong syllable away from breaking me completely.And maybe it was.For a moment, neither of us spoke. Just breathing, just existing on the fragile thread of a phone call. I closed my eyes and clutched the device as though it might vanish if I loosened my grip.“I…” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard and tried again. “I didn’t know who else to call.”“You don’t have to explain,” Cess murmured.His voice carried no judgment, only the same unwavering calm I had known since the day he stood up for me in that school hallway years ago.But I couldn’t stop myself. Words, heavy and jagged, pressed against my throat. My