Semua Bab The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy: Bab 1 - Bab 5

ISABELLA’S POVMy alarm clock screeched at 4:45 a.m., a shrill knife slicing through the darkness of my attic room. I jolted upright, my heart pounding against my ribs, the thin mattress creaking beneath me. The air was stale, heavy with dust and the faint tang of mildew from the cracked wooden beams overhead. My room—if you could call it that—was a forgotten corner of our Mansion, a cramped attic with a slanted ceiling that forced me to stoop. The walls were bare, save for a faded poster of Ariel, her red hair a beacon of hope I clung to. My brothers, Dylan and Lucas, slept in their proper bedrooms downstairs, their walls plastered with posters of sports cars and rock bands. Even Maria, our head servant, had a cozy room off the kitchen. But me? I was banished to this prison, my existence a stain on my family’s pristine canvas. I swung my legs over the bed, my bare feet brushing the cold floorboards. My red hair, tangled from restless sleep, fell over my shoulders, catching the dim

SEBASTIAN’S POVI thought fleeing from BloodMoon pack would bring some sort of peace to my soul but that was a big lie. I had fled to Novela, craving a life of peace and solitude for the remaining days of my life, but somehow the Moon Goddess, Hecate, had other plans—this mysterious girl in front of me. I’d so wanted to mind my business when I saw her walk-in dripping water like she had just taken a swim and had forgotten to dry off before coming here, but I couldn’t, not with my wolf being restless, its claws scraping my soul, sensing something I couldn’t name.She was a storm in a soaked blue dress, nineteen and fearless, or maybe just broken. I watched her slam tequila shots, her hands trembling, her green eyes hollow. When those three drunks cornered her, their hands groping, my wolf snarled, a primal urge I couldn’t ignore. I didn’t play hero—never had—but something about her pulled me, like a thread stitched into my bones. I moved, my fists a blur, bones cracking under my knuckl

SEBASTIAN’S POVMy boots hit the lecture hall’s polished floor, the echo swallowed by the hum of students settling into their seats. I straightened my blazer, my pulse steady despite the weight of thirty pairs of eyes. “Good morning, class,” I said, my voice cutting through the chatter. “I’m Sebastian Wolfe, your new history professor.”The words rolled out smooth, practiced but my wolf stirred, a restless claw scraping my chest. A shift, subtle but sharp, like a scent caught on the wind. My green eyes scanned the room, searching for the source, and landed on her. Red hair, wild and loose, framed a pale face, her green eyes wide with shock. The girl from last night—My supposed Mate—sat in the back row, her fingers frozen on a notebook, her lips parted. Maximus, my wolf, stilled, a calm I hadn’t felt in years, as if she were a tether grounding its chaos. My breath hitched. Of all the fucked-up twists fate could throw, it chose this: the girl I’d fucked in a frenzy of tequila, the sa