All Chapters of SEDUCING MY RELUCTANT LYCAN PROFESSOR: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Green’s POV. The heater inside the stationary SUV blew lukewarm air into the cab, doing little to cut the damp chill settling over the district. Rain tapped against the windshield in uneven, heavy drops while the engine idled smoothly in the dark. A sharp knock sounded against the driver’s side window. I unlocked the doors. Vanguard slid into the passenger seat, shaking rain from his dark coat before pulling a thick, unlabelled folder from beneath his jacket. He didn't waste time on greetings. "Everything you asked for," Vanguard said, his voice low over the hum of the engine. "Mrs. Herbert’s financial records, private medical ledgers from the hospital, and three years of encrypted correspondence with council members." I took the file and opened it under the faint glow of the overhead light. "She wasn't even subtle," Vanguard continued, leaning back against the headrest. "When her daughter went into that coma, Mrs. Herbert used family funds to bribe the attending physician

Ravenna’s POV.The sudden, heavy knock at the apartment door made me jump off the edge of the narrow bed, my heart instantly hammering against my ribs.I stood frozen in the middle of the small room, staring at the deadbolt. My mind raced back to Professor Green’s quiet command from the night before—Do not open it for anyone except me."Ravenna!"The voice wasn't Green’s. It was rough, breathless, and coming from the hallway outside.I took two slow steps closer, recognizing Mr. Thomas, the elderly wolf who lived on the ground floor."Ravenna, open up!" he called out, tapping his cane against the floor. "It’s your mother! She’s outside!"The breath trapped in my chest blew out all at once. My hands shook so violently I fumbled with the deadbolt twice before finally throwing the door open. I didn't say a word to Mr. Thomas as I bolted past him, taking the creaking stairs three at a time until I burst out through the front entrance and into the freezing morning air.A black precinct tra

Ravenna’s POV.The image of Professor Green driving his elbow into Lucas’s jaw replayed behind my eyes with every blink.It wasn't just the sheer violence of it that kept my hands trembling through morning lectures. It was the movement itself—the fluid, lethal grace, the way he shifted his weight before striking, and the heavy, suffocating scent of dark ash and pine that had filled the air. It felt like a memory I had lived a hundred times, yet my mind held no record of it. It felt like nostalgia, wrapping around my chest like a cold chain.Have I seen him fight like that before?The thought was absurd. I had spent my entire life in the lower district, surviving on scrap rations and avoiding pack enforcers. Green was a university instructor who I had met only a few months ago. Yet, as I sat in the back of the lecture hall, my pen hovering uselessly over my notebook, the familiarity nagged at me like an itch I couldn't reach. I tried to shake it off, convincing myself it was just shock

Green’s POV.The sound of her voice hit me with the crushing violence of a physical blow.“Did you really think you could bury my memories of you forever, Green?!”The air seized completely in my lungs. I swung my massive head around, the dark-violet vision of my beast locking directly onto Ravenna standing at the edge of the clearing. Her hair was windblown, her clothes smudged with damp dirt from trailing me through the thick wildlands, but her eyes—her eyes were blazing with a furious, crystal-clear clarity that cut straight through my ribs and shattered my control.The charm was gone. The mental block I had meticulously woven into her mind had been torn to absolute shreds.My mind reeled as I realized how she had managed to follow me out here in the first place. My Lycan had been raging out of control, furious at its own failure to protect her from Lucas’s assault and the constant torment she was enduring. To keep from snapping and transforming on campus again—like I had when I ca

Ravenna’s POV.The silence lingering in the clearing was suffocating, heavy enough to drown in.I stood rooted to the damp soil, my hand holding the cold glass of my phone while my eyes remained locked on the man kneeling before me. Professor Green—or whatever his ancient, royal name truly was— remained dropped on his knees in the dark dirt, his shoulders sloped, his dark hair veiling his face in absolute, unreserved surrender.A few minutes ago, I would have taken immense, bitter satisfaction in seeing him like this. I wanted him to feel the exact weight of helplessness he had forced on me when he buried my memories. I wanted him to bleed under the same paralyzing fear that had consumed my life for weeks.Yet, as the breeze swept through the high canopy of pine trees, rustling the heavy shadow of the rock wall behind us, the wild fire of my vengeance began to sputter.I looked at his bare hands, currently resting flat against the moss. They were stained with mud, the knuckles bruised