All Chapters of SEDUCING MY RELUCTANT LYCAN PROFESSOR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RAVENNA’S POV. The silence that followed after the call ended stayed with me long after I left the hospital, the words still echoing in my head as I walked, each one sinking deeper into my chest like something heavy I couldn’t push away. It didn’t matter how much I begged or how desperate I sounded. They weren’t going to help us like this, not over the phone, not when my father’s name was tied to mine. But I couldn’t stop there. I couldn’t go home and sit still while my mother stayed behind bars, waiting and hoping for something that would never come. So I went to the pack court. I didn’t stop to change or wash my face. I crossed town exactly as I was, walking fast while the anger inside me burned hot enough that I barely noticed the fading heat of the evening sun or the looks people gave me as I passed. When I reached the pack court, the guards at the gate moved immediately, stepping in front of me as though I had no right to be there. They asked if I had an appointment with th

RAVENNA’S POV. I woke the next morning with exhaustion still lingering heavily in my body, but it no longer felt strong enough to crush me. The fear was still there too, buried beneath everything else, quiet and constant, but sometime during the night, it had settled into something steadier. Determination. I lay still for a moment, staring at the pale morning light spreading slowly across the ceiling while my thoughts drifted back to everything the elders had said. One month. That was all the time I had to become someone completely different from the girl I had been my entire life. The thought should have terrified me more than it did. Instead, all I could think about was my mother sitting alone in that cell. That image alone was enough to force me out of bed. I moved toward the mirror slowly, stopping in front of it as my reflection stared back at me. My eyes still looked tired from crying, faint shadows resting beneath them, and my hair hung loosely around my shoulders in uneve

RAVENNA’S POV. I could see the shift in him more clearly now. Most people probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Professor Green still walked through the halls with the same controlled composure he always carried, his expression calm, his posture steady, his voice measured whenever he spoke in class, but once I started paying attention, the cracks became impossible to ignore. I saw it in the way his jaw tightened slightly whenever I entered a room unexpectedly, in the way his fingers curled faintly against whatever he was holding before relaxing again, and especially in the way his eyes kept finding mine before pulling away too quickly, like even looking at me for too long had started becoming dangerous for him. And maybe the strangest part was how much that realization affected me. For so long, I had been the only one hurting, the only one overwhelmed by feelings I couldn’t explain or control. Lucas had made me feel invisible when it mattered most, and everyone else in the pack ha

GREEN’S POV. The silence in my apartment was supposed to be a comfort, but tonight it felt like a trap, every corner of the room carrying traces of her, her voice, her scent, the way she looked at me with that quiet defiance that made it harder to breathe the longer I stayed still. I sat on the edge of the couch with my hands gripping my knees, forcing my body into stillness even though nothing inside me felt steady. There was a pressure in my chest that wouldn’t ease, something deeper than exhaustion, something that didn’t respond to discipline or logic. I had faced battles before, real ones where the outcome depended on strength and strategy, but this was different. This wasn’t something I could outmaneuver. Ravenna had become impossible to ignore. Her presence lingered no matter how much distance I tried to create, settling into every space I occupied, following me even into silence. Every time she stepped into a room, I felt something in me shift, something I had spent year

GREEN’S POV. The silence in my apartment was supposed to feel different after putting distance between us, but instead it had become suffocating, every room carrying traces of Ravenna no matter how hard I tried to force my thoughts elsewhere. For hours, I had repeated the same thing to myself, that leaving had been necessary, that removing her as class representative had been the right decision, that distance was the only way to regain control before this spiraled any further. The words no longer sounded convincing. Every thought circled back to her anyway. Her face. Her voice. The way she looked at me like she expected something I refused to give. Even my breathing felt uneven, my body restless in ways that made it impossible to settle completely. The wolf beneath my skin had quieted slightly throughout the day, but not enough. Never enough. The bond still lingered beneath everything, faint but persistent, like something waiting for the smallest excuse to tighten again. When I