All Chapters of SEDUCING MY RELUCTANT LYCAN PROFESSOR: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RAVENNA’S POV. I couldn’t remember how long I stayed there after Sandy and her friends left. The street had gone quiet again, their laughter fading into the distance like it had never belonged there, but the mess they left behind remained. The broth had already begun sinking into the dirt, its faint scent mixing with the cold night air in a way that made my chest tighten painfully. I knelt slowly, my hands trembling as I tried to gather what was left even though I could already see it was pointless. The container had cracked badly, the broth slipping through my fingers no matter how carefully I tried to hold it together, and still I kept trying because walking away from it somehow felt worse. Every bit of it had cost me something. Time. Effort. Hope. My eyes burned, but I forced the tears back at first while people passed by. Some glanced at me briefly before looking away again while others ignored me completely, and somehow that hurt more. I wanted someone to stop. To ask if I was

GREEN’S POV. Before leaving the territory, there was one last thing I couldn’t avoid. I had to see Lucia. It wasn’t optional. It was expected. She was my intended, the woman the clan had chosen for me, the one I was meant to build a future with, and the elders would be watching even if they weren’t present. They would expect reassurance, loyalty, proof that I hadn’t lost sight of my purpose. I understood all of that, yet as I made my way toward the estate, the weight of it pressed heavily against me, settling somewhere behind my eyes in a way that felt more like exhaustion than duty. Lucia had always been everything the clan wanted. Composed, graceful, strong in ways that mattered. She understood sacrifice in a way few did, understood what it meant to place something greater than herself first. I had respected that once, admired it even, but now the thought of it felt distant, like something I was remembering rather than living. The gates opened as soon as I approached, the gu

GREEN’S POV. The drive back to the Blood Moon pack lands was quiet, the kind of quiet that didn’t soothe anything. The trees blurred past in long stretches of shadow and light as I followed the road through the forest, but my mind refused to settle into the stillness around me. Thoughts moved in circles, returning to the same place no matter how far I tried to push them. I told myself over and over that I was doing the right thing, that once the charm took effect, everything would fall back into place, into the order it had been before she disrupted it. When I reached the border, I slowed to a stop, the familiar stretch of land unfolding ahead of me. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just sat there, looking out at it, aware in a way I hadn’t been before that this line marked something more than territory. This was where it would end. Once I crossed, the spell would take hold. The bond would quiet, fade into something distant and harmless, and she would no longer feel it. She would

RAVENNA’S POV. The morning air was cold, but the exhaustion sitting in my body felt colder. My limbs ached from the little sleep I’d had, and each breath came heavier than the last, as though even my lungs were tired of trying. I stood in the quiet stretch of the woods, the mist hanging low over the damp earth and wrapping around everything in a stillness that felt almost too complete. It was the only place I could think clearly, the only place I could fall apart without anyone seeing. I had come before sunrise, barefoot and exhausted, with nothing except the thought that something had to change. I bent down and drew a rough line in the dirt with a stick, imagining it as an opponent. It felt foolish even while doing it, but I couldn’t stop now. I lunged forward awkwardly, lost my balance almost immediately, and stumbled hard onto my knees. Wet soil clung to my palms as I caught myself against the ground, cold seeping into my skin while frustration burned sharply behind my eyes. S

GREEN’S POV. The heavy oak desk in my study creaked beneath the pressure of my grip, the sound low and strained, as though the wood itself understood the tension coiling through me. My fingers dug in harder than I intended, claws threatening to break through skin, through control, through the thin restraint I was still clinging to. I shut my eyes, jaw tightening until a dull ache spread through my teeth, but it did nothing to dull it. The bond. Or whatever remained of it after the charm. It no longer burned with the same relentless force it once had. Most days, it existed only as a faint echo somewhere beneath my ribs, distant enough to ignore if I forced myself to. But tonight something slipped through the silence anyway, weak yet sharp enough to reach me. Pain. Not clear enough to fully understand, not the overwhelming flood it had once been, but enough. Enough to know Ravenna was hurting. The feeling bypassed every defense I had built around myself, threading quietly into