Todos os capítulos de The Werenun’s Dirty Professor : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Reina’s POVWe stayed quiet for a long time. His arm was around me. My cheek lay on his chest. I could hear his heart, still fast, like it didn’t trust the calm. The room was warm. The sheets smelled like soap and him. My eyes burned from crying, but I didn’t want to move. Nothing was fixed. But I didn’t want to let go either.“Reina,” he said at last, his mouth close to my hair. “Come away with me. Just for a few days. No noise. No eyes. No past. I’ll take you somewhere soft.” He paused, as if he worried the word was wrong. “San Lucy. And if you hate it, we’ll turn around. I promise.”I lifted my head. His face was tired and open. He waited, not pushing.“What does ‘somewhere soft’ mean?” I asked. My voice came out small.“A place where the air is kind,” he said. “Where the sea is bright and the streets are slow. You don’t have to decide anything there. You can just breathe.”“I’m not ready to forgive you,” I said.“I know,” he said. “I’m not asking for that. I only want to make spac

Reina’s POVThe room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. The curtains were half-drawn, and the soft glow of streetlights painted golden lines across the sheets tangled around us. My body was still warm from him, my skin tingling where his hands had been, yet it wasn’t the heat between us that held me now. It was the silence, heavy but tender, as if the air itself waited for what would come next.Julian lay beside me, one arm under his head, the other tracing slow circles on my arm. His touch was light, almost absentminded, but it made me shiver. For once, he wasn’t rushing. For once, he wasn’t demanding. He was simply here. I turned my face to him, studying the man who had both broken me and pieced me back together. His eyes weren’t their usual sharp steel. Tonight, they were soft. Bare.“Why are you looking at me like that?” he whispered, his lips curving in a tired smile.“Because I’m trying to figure you out,” I answered honestly.He chuckled low, but it wasn’t

Julian’s POVReina’s eyes still flashed through my mind as I marched forward with my men. The king alerted me that Cassius’ soldiers had invaded and launched an attack on us prior to his missing daughter. I was called to step up upon being a trained bodyguard back then at Lucien Green. I prefer to fight than give up Reina to Calder. I accepted the challenge. Frederick knew me better, as a mafia boss. A secret one. Somehow Reina managed to slide into my thoughts. The warmth of her touch lingered on my skin, but I had no time to hold on to it. The noise of battle was getting closer, each sound heavier than the one before, telling us that the ground would soon be filled with blood.The smoke from the torches filled the air. Our wolves were uneasy, pacing and growling as they waited for the signal to shift. I could smell blood and fear with every breath, but no one wanted to admit they were scared.“Keep steady,” I muttered under my breath, glancing at the line of warriors at my side. T

Reina’s POV The sound of war did not end all at once. First the clashing steel grew fewer. Then the cries of wolves in pain turned to whimpers and broken breaths. Smoke still stung my eyes, and the ground under me trembled from the last echoes of battle.But all I could see was Julian.He lay in the dirt, blood running down his side, his chest rising in short, sharp gasps. His face, always so strong, looked pale now, lips cracked and trembling. My heart hammered in my ribs, faster than any blade or strike of claws could make it. Fear took hold of me so hard it almost broke me.“No,” I whispered, falling on my knees beside him. My hands pressed to his wound, but the blood soaked through my fingers. “No, you don’t leave me. Not like this.”Julian’s eyes fluttered open. He tried to smile, though it hurt him. “Reina,” he breathed, his voice rough and broken. “You’re… safe.”Safe? The world around us was falling apart—wolves dragging broken bodies away, men crying out for brothers who wou

Julian’s POVThe first clear thought that stayed with me after days of drifting in and out of darkness was her touch. Not the pain in my body, not the fire that had burned through my veins, but her hand—small, warm, steady—resting against my chest. It anchored me.I forced my eyes open. The ceiling above me was made of smooth stone, painted in pale colors. It wasn’t the battlefield, and it wasn’t the nightmare of blood and fire. I turned my head and saw her. Reina sat by my bed, her dark hair falling forward as she leaned on her arm, asleep.For a moment, I didn’t move. I only watched her. My wolf stirred weakly inside me, but even he was quiet, as if he too only wanted to breathe in this moment. Her face looked softer when she slept, free of fear, free of anger. She had shadows under her eyes, proof that she had not rested. My chest tightened at the thought—she had been here, all this time, watching over me, when she should have been sleeping, eating, living.I reached for her hand.