Todos los capítulos de The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

ISABELLA’S POVThe rain battered the windows, a relentless drone that matched the storm in my chest. I sat at the dining table, my fork trembling in my hand, the scent of roasted chicken and garlic mashed potatoes overwhelming. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t scraping leftovers from my brothers’ plates or sneaking bites from Maria’s secret portions. The food was real, hot, and piled high on a plate meant for me. But the sight of it—golden meat, creamy potatoes, vibrant green beans—churned my stomach. Tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill, but I forced them back, my throat tight. I couldn’t cry, not here, not in front of my parents, my brothers, and this stranger, Mr. Grayson, whose dark eyes watched me from across the table. My family’s sudden kindness felt like a blade hovering over my neck, and I didn’t know why.“Isabella,” Mr. Grayson said, his voice smooth, almost fatherly, as he leaned forward, his tailored black coat catching the chandelier’s dim light. His silver

CALEB’S POVThe classroom buzzed with the low hum of students scribbling notes, but my eyes burned holes into Isabella, who sat three rows away, her head ducked over her notebook. She’d switched seats, deliberately putting distance between us, her movements sharp and hurried, like I was some kind of plague. My grip tightened on the pencil in my hand, the wood creaking under my fingers. Why the hell was she avoiding me? Sure, she’d turned me down days ago, her voice soft but firm when she said she loved someone else—Sebastian, that smug bastard. But this wasn’t just rejection. Her eyes darted away whenever I got close, her shoulders stiff, like she knew something. Like she knew I was plotting with Vanessa to kill her at the frat party, a plan someone fucking overheard. But how? Sebastian suspected me, I could tell from his glares, but he didn’t have proof. So why was Isabella acting like I was a monster?My gaze flicked to her again, catching the way her dark hair fell over her polis

ADRIAN’S POVMy heart pounded like a war drum as I tore out of Crestwood College’s hallway, Isabella’s terrified voice burning in my ears. I’d just yanked her from the claws of that hooded werewolf, her tear-streaked face a haunting echo of her mother’s in her final moments. I didn’t stay to comfort her; I couldn’t. The beast who’d tried to rip my daughter apart was still out there, his musky, venom-laced scent searing my nostrils. My boots slammed the rain-soaked pavement, the campus blurring as I scanned the shadows, my wolf senses razor-sharp, tracking his trail toward the dense woods behind the school. Every instinct screamed to hunt, to kill, to protect what was mine.I didn’t hesitate. My body convulsed, bones snapping, muscles tearing as I shapeshifted mid-stride. My tailored black coat shredded, silver fur sprouting as I became a massive wolf, my claws gouging the damp earth. The forest swallowed me, branches cracking under my weight, the scent of my prey growing sharper. My

ISABELLA’S POVMy heart twisted as I stepped into Mia’s hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic hitting me like a wave. Sebastian had dropped me off, his eyes intense with worry, promising to wait in the hallway as if the danger would come find me here. Now, seeing Mia propped up on the bed, her leg wrapped in thick bandages from where she’d fallen and been stabbed, I couldn’t hold back. Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and unstoppable. Mia’s face softened, her brown eyes glistening as she opened her arms. “Come here, you big baby,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion.I rushed to her, collapsing into her embrace, my sobs muffled against her shoulder. Her arms tightened around me, her own tears soaking my hair. We clung to each other, the weight of everything—her injury, my family’s betrayal, the threats on my life—pouring out in silent, shuddering cries. The room felt smaller, the beeping monitors and sterile walls fading as our bond held us together. Mia pulled back

SEBASTIAN’S POV My heart pounded as Adrian vanished into the hospital garden’s shadows, his silver hair catching the last of the evening light. His words—Isabella is my daughter—echoed, a bombshell that shattered everything I thought I knew. My wolf growled, restless, as I stood frozen, trying to piece together the chaos he’d laid bare. Isabella’s father. The true Alpha of the BloodMoon Pack. Hiding in the shadows, bound by a curse to protect her from afar. My mind reeled, questions clawing at me, but Isabella’s voice cut through, soft and curious, pulling me back to the present.“Sebastian?” She approached, her new blouse crisp against the dim hospital lights, her dark eyes narrowing. “What are you doing out here?”I forced a smile, my hands clenching to hide the tremor. Adrian’s plea—Protect her—weighed heavy, but I couldn’t let her see the crack in my composure. “Just needed some fresh air,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt, my wolf urging me to stay calm.Her brow furrowed