My Professor, My Enemy, My Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Chapter 111Lessie's POVI could feel it in the pit of my stomach, the weight of something unsaid, something he was holding tight under his piercing glance and suave voice. Whenever I looked at him, whenever I drew nearer to him, I could feel he was withholding something. He was not sharing everything with me. No, not even that, he was not sharing anything tangible with me.And that was something that troubled me.The reason he doesn't speak to me so much is that he's hiding a secret. And I was sure of that.I smacked my hands together in front of my own bedroom wall, and my mind would not rest. If Alpha Duaine believed in me as much as he said he did, then why was he not truthful with me? Why did he treat me that mixture of love and restraint, as if protecting me was a case of protecting me from information?The questions kept lingering in my mind.Does he think that I would despise him if I were to find out the truth?I clamped hard onto my lip. I was his mate. There was suppose

Chapter 113Author’s POVAlpha Duaine hadn't been expecting anyone that morning. His day had been as busy as usual, busy with council briefings, patrol reports, and private thoughts he barely recognized even to himself. The palace had been peacefully still, and he'd almost convinced himself to have an hour to himself before the next wave of duties came crashing down.Then there was the knock. Firm, but not rushed or hesitant.He raised his head out of the pile of papers, a crease between his eyes. Few men would so assuredly knock at his door. Most guards and counselors entered in fear or fawning haste. This knock was that of a man who need not brag."Come in," Alpha Duaine said, his voice level.As the door swung open, he blinked in shock. Standing before him was a tall, greying-haired man with well-brushed hair, his stance exuding quiet dignity. He oozed warmth and stability, an atmosphere Alpha Duaine hadn't experienced in a very long time. In an instant, recognition hit him."Tre

Chapter 115Lessie's POVI walked with Trent on the massive school campus. School had started this week and already the campus was abuzz with life. Some students were walking toward the center building arms full of books, some stood around in groups laughing loudly, and others sat against walls looking like they couldn't wait to be somewhere else.Trent, however, experienced none of the frenzied hum of school life. His stride was easy, confident, the kind of easy-going grace that only comes after knowing one and what one has to pursue. He stuffed his hands into pockets and looked at me with that small smile he perpetually sported."You see," he began, "my summer vacation wasn't exactly a vacation. My father saw to it that I spent most of my time studying about leadership. Sitting in on meetings, watching him facilitate conflicts, listening to speeches." He chuckled. "There were times that I thought he'd forgotten that I was still a kid."I leaned over to one side and watched him. "It

Chapter 117Duaine's POVI sat there in stunned silence, my mind whirling after my friend had departed. His words still lingered like a malignant ghost in my head, each syllable resounding back. "Don't lose the throne over a girl."I rubbed the bridge of my nose, I shut my eyes. I wouldn't hold it against him for thinking that. That's all he'd ever wished for, for me to be okay and in control. His counsel was a counsel a friend offers to someone he cares about. And maybe, once, I would have listened. Maybe if this were previous me, before Lessie, I would have listened, maybe even done something about it.But now it was not like that.Now, the mere possibility of allowing her to slip out of me, to see her walk and exist without me wasn't possible. I had vowed to guard her. I had promised, in ways wherein I had not spoken so much as a word, to defend her even if all the men and all the women in the world were against me. I could not break that vow. Not now. Not when everything within me

Chapter 119Lessie's POVI cursed under my breath, growling the words out loud, as I walked away, the words spilling over one another in my head like pieces of glass on the sidewalk. My voice was low enough that no one else heard it, but in my head, I was yelling. "Why does he think he just gets to make all the decisions? Why does he always cut me off? Why can't he talk to me? I asked myself.I kept posing the same precise questions again and again in other terms, and all stayed on my mind.I was moving at light speed on foot as if I was being driven by fury. I didn't even know the direction in which I was going. The corridors were no longer an issue, the sounds of the students on school grounds, until only the living organism that lingered in my head was the rage churning within me.I bumped into people as I moved frantically, then all I could say was "Sorry." as I moved on. Some glared at me with rage, some shrugged shoulders, but I didn't have respect enough to bow. Apologies roll