Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Werenun’s Dirty Professor : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Reina’s POVThree days had passed, but the air between Calder and I stayed sharp like broken glass. We barely spoke. When we did, his words carried so much weight, and mine came out cold, guarded. He moved about the palace as though I were a shadow, present but unwanted, something he could not erase but wished gone.I, too, had my heart wrapped in thorns. Each glance at him reminded me of the trap I was living in, the way my freedom had been stripped away like a gown torn off in public. I hated him for it, yet I hated myself more for still feeling fear whenever his eyes lingered too long.The silence between us was not peace,it was war. A quiet war where every step, every look, every slammed door was another blow. I did not know how much longer I could bear it.That afternoon, when Calder left the palace, I felt a rare wave of courage rise inside me. My eyes caught sight of his phone lying carelessly on the wooden table near the bed. My heart began to beat faster. My palms grew damp.

Reina’s POVThe silence of the hospital was heavy, pressing on my chest like a weight. I sat on the edge of the bed, my leg still wrapped from the fall, my body aching in more ways than one. But it was not the pain in my flesh that tormented me. It was the fire that burned inside,the fire of life, the tiny pulse hidden within me.I was pregnant.I still could not believe it. That truth had spread through me like a storm the moment I woke and heard the whispers of the physicians. And though Calder had tried to keep his face like stone, I had seen the storm in his eyes too.Since then, he has been restless. He paced rooms like a wolf circling prey, his hands clenched, his lips pressed into lines of thought. He didn’t know what to do with this new truth, and that terrified me. Because Calder was not the kind of man who allowed uncertainty.That evening, he entered my hospital room again. The guards opened the door for him, their faces stiff, and he walked in with his usual air of authori

Julian’s POVThe campfire cracked low in the forest clearing, sending sparks into the cold night air. My men moved around me, busy with their armor, their blades, their plans. They were waiting for my signal to march, to strike Calder at Northern Ridge, but my mind was not on the maps spread out in front of me.It was on King Cassius.“Help me bring my daughter back,” his message said. His words were desperate, but desperation could be dangerous. I knew better than to trust him. A king like Cassius didn’t call on me out of respect,he called because he had no choice.And what happens after I rescue Reina? What happens once she is safe back in his arms?Would he turn against me the way he always did? Would he lock me away, strip me of my men, and claim all the glory for himself? I could almost see it, his crown shining, his people praising him, and me left with nothing but chains.I had been preparing when the thought hit me hard, and I set the blade down. I couldn’t shake it. Trusting

Third POVCassius’s voice cut through the quiet like cold iron.“Repeat what you just said.”The room held its breath. Julian watched the king’s face. The torchlight threw hard lines across his jaw. Men leaned forward where they stood by the door. Guards shifted on their feet. The air felt tight, like the moment before a storm.Julian sat very still. He felt the weight of every eye on him. Inside, his pulse beat slowly and sure. He had trained to hold ground. Words were weapons. He would use them.“You heard wrong, Cassius,” Julian said, smooth and easy. He kept his voice low. He smiled just enough to show calm. “I said I know the child is mine because Reina and I have been together many times. We have been together raw, without barriers. You must have misheard.”Cassius stared. His face went pale at first, then hard. He did not trust the man across the table. Julian could see it in the way Cassius’s fingers tightened on the arm of his chair.“You play with words,” King Cassius said.

Reina’s POVMy hands shook as I closed the diary and pushed the photos back exactly where I had found them. My chest was tight, every breath sharp. But something in me forced me to look again. On the last page, I noticed a rough sketch. It wasn’t only words—there was a map.A map of the house.I leaned closer. My fingers traced the lines. It showed the main floor, then a staircase leading below. A hidden room underground. The words beside it made my stomach twist.The chamber. Where silence is made final.The air left my lungs. That was where the women had died. Not only a study, not only words in a diary—he had kept them here, in this same place, and when they tried to leave… he had taken them down there.My wolf stirred inside me, restless, furious. We need to run, she said, her voice strong in my mind. Now. If we don’t, that room will be ours too.For a moment I thought of shifting, of letting my body change and tearing through the doors, clawing my way out before Calder returned.