Todos los capítulos de My Professor, My Enemy, My Mate: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Chapter 141Author’s POVThe throne room was hushed to death, its gold chandeliers reflecting a glow off walls. The silence hung heavy in the room, the only noise the far off crackle of the fireplace. The air itself hummed tension between the two wolves, Alpha Duiane imperially seated, and Nathan several steps away. They had both known each other so intimately before, and now with every sentence that passed between them was contaminated by suspicion and threats of aggression.Nathan's lips grew into a smile that was bitter rather than warm. "Even if I did want the throne, Duiane," he began, his tone with an unnatural calm that was almost sounding practiced, "there is no chance I would ever attempt to make an alliance with Dylan. Surely you can do better than that." He said sarcastically. Alpha Duiane's eyes narrowed, his gaze was filled with intent. His hold on the armrest of the throne tightened, although his face did not change. He could not be sure if Nathan had told him the trut

Chapter 143Author's POVNathan's footsteps squeaked softly on the shiny wooden floor of his apartment as he returned from his appointment with Duiane. The air outside was thick, charged with heaviness, the kind of quiet that made thoughts resonant and motives harder to dismiss. His mind spun round and round, not in guilt or doubt, but in thoughts. All his movements had to be weighed like pieces of chess, and this night was no different.He opened the door and entered. The air was lightly scented with cedar from the smoldering logs that crackled in the fireplace. In the living room, sitting in one of the armchairs and holding a glass of wine in his hand, was his uncle. The old man looked as if he'd been waiting for hours.You're late," his uncle stated, bringing the glass to his mouth. "I was beginning to believe that Duiane decided to keep you in his custody for a little while longer."Nathan smiled weakly and unbuttoned his jacket then sat down in the chair in front of him. "No. He

Chapter 145Lessie's POVI was so caught up in the whirlpool of the day that I hadn't even noticed it was evening already. My mind had been spinning in so many directions, school, duties, the ever present stress of Alpha Duiane's decisions, the ominous whispers of murders in the pack, that made me loose count of the hours slipping past without noticing.It wasn't until I sat on the edge of my bed as my maid ironed clothes beside me that the truth hit me, as sharp and piercing as a blade slicing through my flesh."They say, my lady," she said to me, her voice gentle, "that the Alpha gave the dead the burial of a king. Even the common folk were treated good. No one was looking for that much respect, but he clearly wanted to soothe the families grief."Her words stabbed me.My throat closed, and I blinked, the hard hot fire of tears searing the back of my eyes. That was when it hit me.What today was. The anniversary of my mother and brother's death.It was four hours remaining of the d

Chapter 147Authors POVThe room was silent except for the soft crackle of the flames in the fireplace. The shadows played on the stone walls etched with depth and years, and the massive oak doors had been closed for privacy. The long table was between them, but the room felt small with two such large men sitting across from one another.Alpha Duiane sat at the head of the table, his back straight, his eyes piercing as if he was analyzing every bit of information regarding his guest. Across from him sat Trent's father, a man few years older than him, yet one who still carried himself like a person who had weathered storms but not been destroyed by them. His being in the room wasn't like Alpha Duiane's. not like a sword ready to strike, but rather a mountain that wasn't moved by the winds.They spoke business for some time, the trade routes, harvests, and political matters that had the tone of courtesy but always the undercurrent of power. Then Trent's father shoved his chair back fro

Chapter 149Dylan's POVI sat back against the throne, Shane's letter still twisted in my hand, my fingers creasing its corners as if I could squeeze meaning out of it. Its words curled through my mind like smoke, vague but sharp, offering a promise and yet obscure with mysteries. I had read it out twice, then once to myself, and yet its sense remained hidden.I slapped the still-folded letter against my knee and frowned. "Explain to me what this is about, Shane. I don't play games. What exactly is Nathan attempting to convey here?Shane nodded, as if bracing himself before he continued. "Nathan desires cooperation. Nathan wishes to cooperate with me, but he knows that in order for me to do anything, I must have your approval. That is why he approached me in this way. Nathan is reserved, but ambitious. He believes that I can serve as a bridge between you and him."I snorted, the echo ringing off the stone walls. "Collaboration? That man has never worked with anyone his whole life. Wha