Semua Bab The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy: Bab 11 - Bab 20

SEBASTIAN’S POVI strode back to the podium, my boots echoing in the lecture hall, a smug grin tugging at my lips. Touching Isabella's hair—her soft, fiery red strands brushing my fingers—had sent a jolt of peace through me, a calm I couldn’t explain. My wolf, Maximus, purred, his usual restlessness quieted, like the world had righted itself for a fleeting moment. The class’s gasps, their whispers buzzing like flies, didn’t faze me. I’d separated Caleb Reed from her, that smug Alpha’s son who’d sat too close, his smirk a challenge. Seeing him move, his eyes flashing with defiance, felt like a victory. I didn’t know why it mattered so much, why my chest tightened at the sight of him near her, but it did. And for once, I didn’t care about the why.I launched into my lecture on the Roman Empire, my voice steady, my hands gesturing with practiced ease. But my mind churned, replaying the moment. Her hair, her wide green eyes, the lollipop falling from her shocked mouth—it all felt right, l

SEBASTAIN’S POVI slumped in my office chair, my hands raking through my hair, my heart still pounding from the chaos with Isabella. Vanessa’s camera click echoed in my mind, that damning photo of me hugging Isabella now a ticking bomb. Maximus growled, restless, urging me to find her, to fix the mess I’d made. I’d been reckless—touching her hair in class, hugging her in my office—letting the mate bond drive me like a fool. Now she was out there, drowning in rumors, and I was the idiot who’d pushed her deeper. I shoved papers aside, my briefcase half-packed, ready to bolt out and track her down when a commotion outside my door stopped me cold.Students rushed past, their footsteps pounding, their voices a chaotic buzz. “Did you see the picture?” one girl hissed, her phone glowing. “Isabella and the professor—holy shit!” a guy laughed. My blood ran hot, my jaw clenching. Vanessa had done it—spread the photo, turned our moment into campus poison. Their stares followed me as I stepped i

MARCUS’S POVI sat at the head of the obsidian table, my claws tapping the polished surface, the firelight casting jagged shadows across the pack’s council chamber. The air in our forest stronghold, deep in the BloodMoon pack’s territory, was thick with tension, the scent of pine and ash heavy. Veron, my Beta, leaned forward in his chair, his silver hair glinting, his eyes narrow and sharp like a hawk’s. I could hear his wolf, Grim, prowled behind his gaze, itching for a fight. My own wolf, Raze, growled low, sensing the challenge in Veron’s posture. We were allies, bound by blood and ambition, but trust? That was a fragile thread, ready to snap.“Alpha Marcus, how is Caleb’s progress coming on?” Veron asked, his voice smooth but edged, his fingers steepled. “Has he found the Moonborn already? It’s been two full moons since he left in search of her. Surely he’s found her by now.” His tone dripped with doubt, a jab at my bloodline, my heir.I leaned back, my leather chair creaking, my

SEBASTIAN’S POVRain battered the towering windows of my opulent home, the storm’s howl filling the cavernous living room, its echoes, bouncing off the high ceilings and polished hardwood. I paced relentlessly, my flip-flops slapping against the floor, my hands jammed deep into the pockets of my gray joggers, my white t-shirt clinging to my sweat-slicked chest. Maximus prowled within me, his growls a restless rumble in my skull, urging me to move, to act, to find her. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t sit, couldn’t stop the churn of thoughts that kept circling back to Isabella Hart. Her red hair, her trembling lips, her tear-filled green eyes—they haunted me, a ghost I couldn’t shake. Why her? Why this human girl, too weak to stand up to her brothers, too fragile to fight Vanessa’s lies? My mission was the Moonborn, the key to breaking my curse, not some student who unraveled me with a glance.I stopped, gripping the edge of the marble bar counter, my knuckles whitening, my jaw clenched so

SEBASTAIN’S POVMy eyes snapped open, a cacophony of sounds flooding my senses—footsteps clattering down tiled halls, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony, the sharp beep of machines piercing the air. Maximus surged awake, his ears pricked, his growl low in my chest. I lay on a stiff hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptic stinging my nose, the dim glow of fluorescent lights buzzing above. My super hearing amplified every sound: a nurse’s hushed gossip—“Dr. Gail’s sleeping with the new intern”—a doctor’s grim murmur—“I’m sorry, we lost him”—and the squeak of a gurney rolling past. My heart pounded, my breath shallow. A hospital. The worst place for a werewolf like me. One blood test, one slip, and they’d know I wasn’t human. Werewolf hunters prowled Novella, their vendetta against my kind relentless, and I couldn’t risk exposure.I blinked, my vision sharpening, taking in the white walls, the IV drip taped to my hand, the monitor flashing my vitals—too steady for a human, t