All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ETHAN I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my trembling hands, unable to stop the thought that clawed inside my skull.Kieran can’t be gone.I’d seen him die. I’d seen his blood, his lifeless eyes staring at nothing as Dante held him. But something deep in me refused to believe that was the end. Maybe it was guilt but it felt like something more. Like the universe had hiccupped, and Kieran had been caught between death and something else.So I waited. I waited until the halls were quiet, until even the night patrols had passed. My boots barely made a sound as I slipped through the back door, pulling the hood of my cloak up to mask my scent. The cold bit through the fabric, nipping at my skin. I didn’t care.The morgue sat at the edge of the academy grounds. I hesitated only once before stepping inside.The air hit me immediately. I gagged, swallowing hard as my breath came out in visible clouds. The lights flickered, and I realized someone had left them on. Two morticians shoul

PROFESSOR DANTE The morning came far too early. My head still pounded from the weight of yesterday’s chaos. I hadn’t slept, and I didn’t bother pretending I would.The drive to the eastern coast was long and quiet, the road swallowed by fog that clung to the edges of the trees like ghostly fingers. The closer I got, the more restless my wolf became, pacing inside me, growling under his breath.I gripped the steering wheel harder as I drove faster. Ethan’s words echoed again and again in my mind:“His wolf left his body as a defense mechanism.”It sounded impossible. Wolves didn’t just leave. When the body dies, the wolf dies with it. That was the law of nature. But Kieran had never been one to obey nature’s laws.The car screeched to a stop outside the morgue. I was out before the engine even cooled.The building smelled of bleach, iron, and something faintly rotting beneath the surface. The cold air bit at my skin as I walked through the dimly lit corridor, each step heavier than t

ETHANThe rumors were already everywhere before I even stepped foot into the university gates. I could hear them in the parking lot, in the courtyard, in the hallways. Whisper after whisper, like buzzing flies that refused to leave me alone.“Did you hear? Another student fainted in the science building.”“No one knows where Lessie went. She just disappeared.”“My roommate swore she saw shadows crawling on the walls last night.”I clenched my jaw and walked faster, pretending I didn’t hear any of them. Pretending I didn’t feel the fear twisting in my chest. Pretending I wasn’t responsible for half of this mess.Lessie had been gone for weeks.And everyone felt it.Not because she was loud or noticeable, but because absence leaves a hole bigger than presence sometimes. Especially when that absence is wrapped in danger and magic and lies I can’t even begin to explain to humans.I made it halfway across the courtyard before Sandra practically flew at me.“Ethan!” she called, grabbing my

LESSIEThe air in the Shadow Realm scraped against my lungs like smoke-laced sand every time I breathed. It was cold, so cold that it felt as though frost was inside my veins instead of blood yet sweat clung to my skin as I moved through the endless corridors of bone.The walls weren’t really walls. They were ribs—massive, towering ribs of creatures older than time, fused with ancient chains that rattled overhead like metallic wind chimes. Each step echoed with whispers, the kind that slipped beneath my skin before I could shut them out.“Lessie…”I flinched. Even after days—weeks? in this place, the voices still clawed at me. Some were cries for help. Others curse. But all of them felt… familiar. As if pieces of my own forgotten memories were scattered in their words.Beside me, Liora tightened her grip around my hand.“Keep walking,” she murmured, glancing around us. Her eyes glowed with a faint silver that never quite dimmed in this realm. “Don’t listen. They’ll try to pull you i

PROFESSOR DANTEMy phone dragged me out of sleep with a sharp ding that stabbed straight through my skull. I groaned and reached blindly for it on the nightstand. For a second, the screen was just a harsh white blur—then the words sharpened:URGENT: Mandatory Meeting – University Board – 8:00 A.M.I blinked hard, sitting up. “What…?”A meeting? At this hour?Nothing about that felt good.I rubbed my face, exhaling slowly. The pack was dying. The campus was destabilizing. Hunters were circling. And now the board suddenly wanted to see me?I forced myself out of bed, dragging my body into the shower. The water didn't do justice at all, maybe because I hadn’t slept more than three hours in days. My wolf paced inside me, restless, irritated, sensing something was wrong.By the time I pulled into the university parking lot, my head was pounding with warnings I didn’t have time to unpack. But as I climbed the stairs to the conference room, I already felt the tension in the air.When I pus