All Chapters of The Werenun’s Dirty Professor : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Julian’s POV“I can't let you leave the royal family because of me. No! I won't.” My head was arching. Because of this I wanted to force-heal myself and return to my dad's mansion here in San Lucy. I wanted to sit in on a meeting with my men and think about how we were going to handle this. I shook my head furiously. Reina looked down at me with shock. “I was thinking you would be happy that I’ve severed all ties with that evil family of mine?” I narrowed my eyes, trying to sit on the bed to her level. I let out a painful groan. Don't worry, I'll be fine soon. I said to myself. Reins extended her hands around me trying to guide me back to the bed. “You shouldn't be stressing yourself.” “I have something to say,” my lips pushed out the words before I even got to process the meaning of these words. “What's that?” My lips went clipped, now I knew what I meant, I couldn't say a word, I was processing lots in my head, thinking of pushing out a lie to confuse Reina. “No, I can't s

Julian's POV The office was too heavy with smoke and whiskey. I pushed the chair back and stood, pacing the floor.Get her pregnant. Those words my man had said kept echoing in my skull. I hated it. I hated myself for even considering it. But the more I thought of Cassius, the more I thought of losing Reina, the more it twisted inside me.I shook my head violently. “No. Not like this.”I sat down again, elbows on the desk, pressing my forehead into my hands. “Oh goddess, guide me.”The pain was worse now, stabbing behind my eyes. I knew I couldn’t force-heal anymore. My body was too weak tonight. That clinic visit was necessary, even if I hated the idea of anyone touching my records.Evening came too slow.When I finally left the office, I made my way to Reina’s room. I knocked lightly before pushing the door open.I had barely stepped into the house when Reina rushed toward me, her face lighting up as though she had been holding her breath since the moment I left that morning. Befor

Third POVThey parked outside the clinic. The lamps glowed softly against the night. The building rose tall, its glass windows shining. Inside, nurses waited.Julian stepped out first, circling the car to open her door. He reached for her hand, helping her out gently.“You don’t have to treat me like a queen,” she whispered, smiling.“You’ll always be one,” he replied.She blushed, lowering her gaze.Together, they walked in. The nurses bowed low, their eyes trained carefully on Julian. He gave them the smallest nod. They understood.Reina didn’t notice. She was too busy looking at the polished halls, the white walls, the golden crest of King Frederick shining above the doors.“This place feels so different,” she said softly. “Like it hides secrets.”Julian’s eyes darkened. “Every palace does.”The doctor appeared, his glasses gleaming under the lights. He bowed. “Mr. Julian. Your Highness. We are ready for you.”Reina smiled kindly. “Thank you.”Julian’s heart pounded. His phone buzz

Reina’s POVThe ride back to the mansion had left me warm inside, and when the car stopped, I almost wished it wouldn’t end. Julian’s hand stayed in mine as we stepped out, his grip firm but gentle, guiding me through the front doors as though he couldn’t let go. The house was quiet, only the faint sound of our footsteps on the polished floor echoing through the wide hall.I thought he might head straight upstairs, but instead, he paused in the entryway. His eyes found mine, and I saw it again,the same heat, the same fire that had burned between us in the car. Without a word, he pulled me close, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that was hungrier than before. His hand slid up my back, holding me so tightly against him that I could feel the strong beat of his heart through his chest.I melted against him, my fingers curling into his shirt. The kiss deepened quickly, his lips moving over mine with a steady hunger, and I gave in, matching him with the same need. When his tongue brushed m

Julian’s POVThe bottle was cold in my hand, but my chest burned hotter with every swallow. The sharp taste slid down my throat again and again, yet it didn’t wash away the ache clawing inside me. The room spun a little, shadows bending against the walls like they were mocking me. I sat slumped at the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, only hearing her name in my head.Sirena.Her face kept flashing before me—sickly pale, weak, eyes dull with pain. She had looked at me like I was the only cure she ever wanted. And the worst part? I couldn’t give it to her. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t by her side. I had chosen another path, and now she was fading.I pressed the rim of the glass against my lips again, tipping it until the liquid burned through me. Maybe if I drowned myself deep enough, her voice would stop echoing. Maybe if I blurred myself out of existence for a night, the guilt wouldn’t choke me.But even drunk, I couldn’t escape.The door creaked open behind me. I didn’t move. I knew