All Chapters of The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SEBASTIAN’S POV I shut down my office at four-thirty sharp and slung my leather satchel over my shoulder and headed for the parking lot. The sky already bled purple and orange and the wind carried winter teeth. Students scattered across the quad like startled birds when they saw me coming as they had their phones lifted and their whispers followed. But I didn’t care. Let them talk, let them choke on it.My Maserati sat alone in the reserved row and I tossed my bag across the back seat and leaned against the driver door and waited for her. Isabella. My mate. My everything. The day had dragged like hell because every second away from her felt borrowed.Minutes crawled as I checked my watch, I pulled my phone and dialed. It rang twice.“I’m coming,” she answered breathlessly and laughed a little. “I’ll be down in two minutes. I promise.”I smiled despite myself. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”I hung up and slipped the phone in my pocket and scanned the main doors. Students poured out i

SEBASTIAN’S POV The taste of her lingered on my lips like a forbidden elixir—salty from the sweat of her exertion, sweet like the honeyed essence of her desire. Isabella's body quivered beneath mine, the final tremors of her orgasm rippling through her like aftershocks from a storm we'd unleashed together. I captured her mouth in a kiss that was deep and languid, pouring every ounce of my hunger into it, letting her feel the rigid length of my arousal pressing insistently against her thigh. She made me so damn hard it bordered on pain, a throbbing need that demanded satisfaction. Her hands explored my back with a feverish urgency, fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt, clawing at it as if it were an obstacle standing between us and ecstasy. With a swift, desperate yank, she pulled it over my head and discarded it somewhere into the shadows of the room. Those green eyes of hers locked onto mine, smoldering with a raw, unfiltered need that mirrored the inferno blazing throug

ISABELLA’S POV I woke up reaching for him, my hand sliding across cool sheets where Sebastian should have been. The bed felt too big and empty without his warmth pressed against me. I blinked in the dark, heart already picking up speed as I sat up and scanned the room. Moonlight slipped through the curtains, painting silver stripes on the floor, but he wasn't there. There was no silhouette in the bathroom doorway, no quiet breathing beside me. Just silence."Sebastian?" My voice came out small and scratchy. I threw the covers back and swung my legs over the edge, bare feet hitting the cold hardwood. Worry crawled up my spine as I grabbed his oversized shirt from the chair and pulled it on. He had slipped downstairs for water hours ago, right after we fell asleep tangled together. He should have come back by now.I padded to the hallway and flicked on the light.“Sebastian?" I called out louder this time, echoing down the stairs. Nothing answered me, no creak of floorboards, no soft

ISABELLA’S POV I barely made it up the stairs before the tears came hot and fast, blurring everything. My bare feet slapped against the wood, too loud in the quiet house, and I shoved through the bedroom door so hard it banged against the wall. The sound echoed like a gunshot in my skull but I didn’t care. I just needed to be somewhere small, somewhere the world couldn’t reach me for five stupid seconds.I curled into the middle of the bed, knees pulled tight to my chest, arms wrapped around my shins like that could hold all the broken pieces together. The comforter still smelled like Sebastian—cedar and smoke and the sharp salt of his skin—and that only made it worse. I buried my face in it and sobbed, ugly choking sounds that hurt my throat. The universe had finally given me something good. Something real. And now it was ripping him away.Why?Why did it have to be like this?I’d spent twenty-one years with nothing. No one who stayed. No one who looked at me like I mattered. Then S

ISABELLA’S POV I shoved past Caleb without another word as I yanked the music room door open and stepped into the hallway where Mia waited with her arms already half-raised. The second she saw my face her eyes widened. She didn’t ask questions, she just grabbed my shoulders and pulled me straight into her chest. I crashed into her like I’d been falling for weeks. My knees buckled. A sob ripped out of me, loud, ugly, and unstoppable. Mia wrapped her arms tighter, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other rubbing slow circles between my shoulder blades. She smelled like vanilla shampoo and the cherry lip gloss she always wore. “Come on,” she whispered against my hair. “Let’s not do this here.” She steered me down the empty corridor, past the lockers and closed classroom doors, until we reached the old art supply closet nobody used anymore. She pushed the door open with her hip, as she flicked on the single bare bulb, and locked us inside. The second the lock clicked I slid d