All Chapters of HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

IMANI“What… what the fuck did you just say?” I whispered.She laughed then, high and ragged, like someone who’d been holding her breath too long. “Oh, baby,” she said, and the word crawled under my skin. “You always were so slow to catch up.”Then she laughed, a short, ugly sound that didn’t belong to the woman I thought I knew. “Do you want the truth, Imani? You deserve the truth.”“No,” I backed up without meaning to. “Tell me you’re joking. Tell me this is some sick joke.”“Not a joke.” She paced, hands twisting the key at her throat until it bit her skin. “We’re not ordinary, child. We’re witches. Your mother was a fucking powerful witch.”The fuck?“Witches?” My voice sounded thin. “What the fuck are you talking about?”She stopped pacing and looked at me like I’d asked the stupidest question in the world. “So fucking slow!” She growled. “Exactly like your mother. She had power. Real power. She didn’t deserve it, and I wanted it. I wanted everything she had.” Her hands were

IMANIThe moment my foot crossed the threshold of the door, the air changed. It was thicker somehow, warmer, filled with a strange energy that prickled along my skin. The world that opened before me was… breathtaking. And terrifying.The sky was the first thing I noticed. It wasn’t quite blue, not quite purple, but something in between, like twilight frozen in place. Massive trees surrounded us, their leaves glowing faintly like embers, and in the distance, I could hear the rush of water and what sounded like a hundred voices whispering in the wind. The ground beneath my feet felt alive, pulsing faintly with every step.My breath hitched. “Where… are we?”Declan didn’t answer. He just walked forward with that same calm authority, every step echoing with quiet power.We were standing in the middle of what looked like a city, but not any kind I have ever seen. The buildings looked like normal contemporary buildings… but different. It looked like they were carved from black stone th

IMANI“Imani belongs here now. With me.”Something inside me went cold.I didn’t know what to make of the lie, or the ease with which it rolled off his tongue.Declan’s voice still echoed in my head as I pressed myself closer to the wall, trying to calm my breathing. Then I began to hear footsteps now, his and the other man’s, heading toward the door. Panic flared in my chest. I turned, desperate to slip away before he saw me, but I wasn’t fast enough.“Imani?”His voice stopped me cold.I turned slowly, forcing a small, innocent smile. “Oh, hey. I was just… taking a walk. I couldn’t sleep and ended up here by mistake.” I looked around and allowed a small laugh to escape my lips.For a second, I thought he’d seen through it, that quiet, assessing stare of his was enough to make my skin prickle. But then, he smiled. Easy. Charming. The kind of smile that could disarm anyone.“You shouldn’t be wandering around this late,” he said softly. “Come on, you need rest.”I nodded, pretendin

IMANIThe days passed in a kind of haze, not quite peaceful, not quite unsettling. Just… strange.I woke up every morning in a bed so soft it almost felt wrong, with sunlight spilling through gold-trimmed curtains and the sound of birds that didn’t sound like any birds I’d ever heard before.Aida, the girl assigned to me, had the kindest smile and the lightest hands. She braided my hair the way she said “the highborns” liked it, and she never complained when I asked too many questions. She told me things, small things, about their world: how the moon wasn’t just a symbol but a goddess, how each pack had its own territory, its own laws. She even showed me the mark on her neck that proved her loyalty to the Alpha.Some days, I almost forgot I wasn’t supposed to be here.Almost.But then, there were the drinks.Every meal came with something, a glass of wine, or juice, or water, and every single time, something inside me would whisper no.It wasn’t a voice anymore exactly, more like

IMANIThe forest smelled alive, pine, damp moss, and the faint chill of early morning. I followed Declan deeper into the woods, my shoes crunching softly against the leaves. Everything was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of his footsteps ahead of me.He stopped in a small clearing, sunlight spilling through the canopy above us like gold dust. “Close your eyes,” he said gently.I hesitated for a second, searching his face. “Why?”He smiled. “Just trust me.”So, I did. I closed my eyes, feeling the wind brush against my cheeks, hearing only the steady sound of his breathing. For a moment, there was silence. Then came the low rustle of fabric, followed by a strange sound, bones shifting, the faint crunch of transformation. It sent a shiver through me.“Declan?” I whispered. No answer.When I opened my eyes, the breath hitched in my throat.A massive grey wolf stood a few feet away, its coat glinting silver under the sunlight. The air around it hummed with power. It took one slow