All Chapters of The Werenun’s Dirty Professor : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Reina’s POVThe room still smelled of medicine and sweat. I sat on the edge of his bed, holding his hand, afraid that if I let go he might slip away again. His breathing was steady, slow, but the sound of it gave me more hope than anything I had heard in days. The doctors had already confirmed he was conscious, though too weak to speak much. When his eyelids had fluttered open and his gaze had found mine, my heart had nearly stopped.“My father, King Cassius,” I had whispered, brushing his hair back from his forehead. His lips moved faintly, but no words came out. It didn’t matter. The fact that he was here, alive, was enough.But reality came crashing in quickly. He couldn’t stay here, not in this small facility. His body needed more than just care—it needed the kind of attention only the Royal Hospital in Lucien Green could provide. That decision was made almost instantly by the team of doctors and his guards. I felt a tightness in my chest when they said it, because even though I k

Reina’s POVThe weight of the crown had not even settled on my head before whispers began to rise. At first, I thought it was only the usual chatter of a restless court. Servants carried news like fire, and gossip spread faster than any . But soon, I felt the tension shift. It was not just idle talk. It was something sharper, something aimed at me—and at Julian.He had been by my side every day since he opened his eyes. Weak, yes, but alive. Each time I saw him take another step without falling, or when his voice grew stronger, hope bloomed in my chest. He was my anchor, the only one who could calm my fears when the council’s words pressed too heavily on me.But it was his presence that stirred the elders.One evening, after a long meeting, I noticed the change in the air. The elders did not leave the chamber right away. They lingered, their voices low, their eyes cold. I stood near the window, my hands resting against the sill, when one of them cleared his throat.“Your Majesty,” he

Third POVCalder’s heart burned as he sat alone in his chambers. The news of Julian being chosen as Reina’s possible Prince Consort spread fast through the palace walls, faster than wildfire. It was the one thing he had feared the most. He had not wanted Reina out of love, not truly. From the beginning, his eyes had been on Lucien Green’s treasures—their endless gold veins, their fertile lands, the hidden resources that even most of its people were yet to understand. He had thought marrying Reina would give him direct access, but with Julian in the picture, his plans were falling apart.Calder clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. “Julian cannot take what belongs to me,” he muttered under his breath, pacing the room. He remembered the first time he met Reina. She had looked fragile, yet her crown carried weight. To him, she had been nothing but a key. A key to a kingdom that could change the wealth of his own people forever.Now that door was about to be locked forever i

Third POVThe days in the palace of Lucien Green moved with a heavy pace. Reina carried the crown alone, her father’s throne still waiting for the moment Cassius would open his eyes again. Every decision fell on her shoulders, and though Julian was always close, the air between them grew thicker with unspoken tension.Ken made sure of it.He had a way of moving quietly, not loud enough to draw suspicion, yet never absent. In the council chamber, he stood at the edge, listening with keen ears. In the gardens, he appeared as though by chance, bowing politely whenever Reina or Julian passed. In the library, he offered her scrolls she needed before she even asked. Step by step, he became a figure of trust, someone who seemed too loyal to question.But his loyalty was not to her. His loyalty was to Calder, and his mission was simple—break the bond between Reina and Julian.It was in the late afternoon when Ken found Reina alone in the balcony garden. The scent of roses floated in the air,

Third POVCalder sat alone in the dark, his eyes fixed on the burning torchlight that flickered against the stone walls. His father’s shallow breathing still echoed in his ears from earlier, a haunting sound he could not escape. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the king trembling and twisting in pain. The image was eating him alive.He knew time was running out. The healer’s words rang again in his head: without the moonshade root, the king will not live.Calder leaned forward, resting his elbows on the long oak table. His hands clenched into fists. He hated the thought of bowing to Julian or Reina. But there was one of his men already inside Lucien Green, someone with enough power to make things possible—Ken.Ken had always been sly, clever, and ambitious. He had risen quickly in Reina’s circle, just as Calder had wanted, now sitting as her trusted advisor. Calder had not trusted him completely, but now, Ken might be his only chance.With trembling hands, Calder typed a coded me