Lahat ng Kabanata ng MARKED BY HER LYCAN PROFESSOR: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

RAVENNA’S POV. I woke up to a strange pressure in my arms, a dull ache pulsing from my shoulders down to my wrists, and when I tried to move, I couldn’t. My hands were tied above me, the rope biting into my skin, holding me up by the chandelier in the center of the room. The air was cold, but my skin felt flushed. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized I wasn’t alone. Several men stood around me, watching—some grinning like they were already enjoying a show I hadn’t agreed to be a part of. One leaned against the wall, twirling a blade between his fingers. Another adjusted a camera on a stand, humming under his breath. The third just stared, wide-eyed, like he was waiting for me to scream. Panic wrapped around my chest, tight and fast. “Please,” I said, my voice hoarse and trembling. “Please let me go. I don’t know what this is. I haven’t done anything to you.” One of the men stepped forward, his eyes trailing over me in a way that made my skin crawl. He tilted his h

Greens' POV. The moment I stepped in, her face told me everything. Her eyes widened and her whole body stiffened like she couldn’t breathe. I could see the thoughts racing through her. I didn’t need to hear them to know what they were. She was panicking. She thought I had come to call her out, maybe punish her, maybe expose what happened between us. But none of that was my intention. I didn’t even know what I was doing there. I had told myself I would stay away from her. She was trouble—not the kind that caused scandals—but the kind that reached beneath the skin. The kind that made a man like me lose control. I had only stepped in last night because she was my mate. And she was burning. If I hadn’t done something, she might have lost herself completely. The heat was too strong for her to handle on her own, and I knew what it meant. After Lucas humiliated her, our mate bond had kicked in like a chain reaction. That was why I followed her. That was why I stepped in. That wa

Green’s POV. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, I just stood there, staring at it like it could somehow give me answers, the silence in my office stretching far too loud, pressing into my chest like a weight I couldn’t quite shake off. My breathing felt uneven, too tight, so I dragged in a slow breath, letting it out through my nose, trying—failing—to push away the heaviness that had settled in my chest, wrapping around my ribs and refusing to let go. “How dare she,” I muttered under my breath, finally turning from the door, my voice low and tight, almost unrecognizable, “How dare she look me in the eye like that, like she sees me, like she knows me.” “You’re a Lycan.” Her voice echoed in my head again, clear and calm, as if she hadn’t the slightest fear, not a flicker of hesitation, like she had just stated a simple fact—like it was the most natural thing in the world. But it wasn’t. Omegas weren’t supposed to be able to sense things like that, especially not wol

Ravenna’s POV. I didn’t understand what was happening at first. I had only stepped forward to defend my mother, after hearing the woman accusing her endlessly. I wanted to stand with her as I had always done. But the moment I didn’t kneel, the woman’s face twisted like something vile had crawled under her skin. Before I could say anything else, she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, her fingers moving fast as she called the police right there in front of everyone. Her voice shook with rage as she shouted about the wrong medication and her daughter, about how her child was now unconscious, and how she would not let such a crime go unpunished. I stood there frozen, staring at her, my legs rooted to the ground while my heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear anything else. I turned to my mother, her face pale, and her lips slightly parted like she didn’t know how to defend herself, and all I could whisper was, “Mom, what’s going on, what did you do?” She look

Ravenna’s POV. Even after the woman closed the door on me, I remained there on my knees for over twenty minutes hoping she would change her mind but she never did, Instead, I was thrown out. I paced outside her gate telling myself that I was about to go crazy, the picture of my poor mother probably in the worst cell stuck in my head. We didn't have any luxury but the fact that we slept in a warm cozy house was okay. I knew I couldn’t just give up, I knew I had to do something. I needed to find the evidence of my mother’s innocence for myself and that was only going to be at the hospital so I decided to go there, to plead to the only people who knew what happened—the hospital. I left for the hospital with tears trailing my cheeks, holding on to hope like it was the only thing keeping me upright. I wanted to believe that someone would speak up and vouch for her, saying she didn't do what she was accused of, providing the evidence too. But the moment I stepped inside, the air t