All Chapters of The Werenun’s Dirty Professor : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Reina’s POVThe room smelled faintly of old wood and damp curtains. The silence pressed in on me, broken only by the sound of Calder’s boots pacing across the marble floor. His sharp eyes never left me, like I was a bird he had finally caught and locked in a cage.Ever since last night, when his hand struck my cheek and he whispered that terrible threat in my ear, my body had been trembling. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, growling, restless, urging me to find a way out. But Calder seemed to notice every twitch, every breath.“Sit here,” he said this morning, pulling out a chair by the window. His voice was calm, almost tender, but I knew better. His calmness was like a chain. He wanted me to believe I was safe when I knew I was not.I sat because I had no choice. His fingers brushed over my shoulder as if he was being gentle, but the touch made me feel sick. “You’ll get used to it here,” he said softly. “This place is yours now. No one will hurt you here. You belong with me.”I f

Third POVThe night had turned to chaos. Gunfire cracked across the grand hall of Calder’s mansion, the sound echoing against the high stone walls. Men in dark suits rushed from every side, their weapons flashing as they fired.Julian’s men had forced their way in, their boots crushing broken glass as they pushed forward. Bullets hissed past heads, striking pillars, tearing through the air. The marble floor was soon littered with bodies, the smell of blood thickening with each passing second.Calder stood at the center balcony, his eyes burning with fury. His men obeyed his every signal, spreading wide, circling Julian’s men like wolves closing in on prey.Julian pushed forward, his gun steady in his hand. His body moved with skill, ducking behind pillars, returning fire, each shot sharp and controlled. He was not fighting for victory. He was fighting for her. For Reina.“Move in!” Julian shouted to his men. His voice carried above the noise, firm even as bullets tore into the walls b

Reina’s POV The car shook as we sped down the empty road. I sat in the back seat with Julian’s head resting on my lap. His body was cold, his face pale, and his blood kept soaking through the bandages we had tied around his chest. My hands pressed against the wound again, though I could feel how weak my arms had grown. “Stay with me, Julian,” I whispered over and over, my voice breaking. “Don’t leave me. Please.” The second-in-command sat in the front, giving sharp orders to the driver. His jaw was set, but I caught him glancing back again and again, his eyes tight with worry. “How far?” I asked, my throat dry. “Five minutes,” he said quickly. “The doctor is ready. Just keep him breathing.” Five minutes felt like forever. Every second that passed, Julian’s chest rose slower, his breaths weaker. I bent close, listening, terrified I would hear nothing at all. I wiped his face with my sleeve, pushing damp hair from his forehead. His lips were cracked, the color drained from them. “

Reina’s POV The hospital halls fall into silence after the doctor’s words. The quiet is heavy, almost pressing on my skin like a weight I cannot push off. Julian’s men stand like stone statues, their heads lowered, their shoulders bent as though the words have broken them. I see one man cross himself quickly. Another mutters something under his breath, the shape of his lips forming a prayer. The sound of whispered voices mixes with the faint hum of machines inside the room, but to me it is all muffled, like I am listening through water.Dead. That is the word the doctor used. Julian is dead.I cannot move. My body is stuck in place, yet my chest feels as if someone has driven a blade through it. My throat is dry, my eyes sting, but no tears will come. I try, I want to cry, but my body refuses. My wolf claws at me from the inside, restless, violent, tearing at the walls of my heart.He is not gone, she growls inside my head. He cannot be gone.Her voice is raw, echoing through me. The

Third POVThe sound of the phone call still echoed in King Cassius’s head long after Reina had dropped her voice in fear and pain. She had called him from the hospital in Northern Ridge, her voice shaking as she told him Julian had slipped away but she still feels the flicker. Cassius felt his chest tighten when he heard the words. Julian had been shot, and the bullet was poisoned with wolfsbane . The doctors and the healers did everything they could, but the poison in the bullet was too strong. Julian's life hung in the balance because Reina felt his wolf was still holding on. And if it was so there was only one way.Cassius stood by the wide window of his estate in Lucien Green, staring out at the stretch of land before him. For months he had carried hatred for Julian. The wars between them, the bitter rivalry,—it was all there in his memory. But as Reina spoke, his heart was no longer the heart of a man who thought of an enemy. He felt the worry of a King, the guilt of a king who