All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LESSIEThe cold in the Shadow Realm was not like any cold I had ever felt. It wasn’t the kind that made your skin shiver or your fingers numb—it was the kind that crawled into you, like darkness learning the shape of your bones.I knelt on the polished black stone floor of the Sovereign’s throne room, the chains around my wrists dragging me down every time I tried to lift my head. Silver-forged links tightened with every breath I took, cutting into my skin until warm blood slid down my fingers and dripped onto the ground.“Stubborn,” the Sovereign said, his voice echoing like a thousand whispers layered together. He lounged lazily on his throne—if a throne could be called that. It was alive, made of twisted obsidian, its sides shaped like screaming faces carved into stone. Its eyes glowed faintly… watching me.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze.He smiled slowly, dark amusement dripping from the curl of his lips.“You defy me even now,” he murmured. “How tiresome. Ho

PROFESSOR KIERAN The moment I stepped into the quad, the air shifted immediately, as if nature itself was very well calling me a monster. I moved forward and looked right in the eyes of everyone in front. Students crowded the space, torches blazing in their hands, the glow painting their terrified faces. Even before anyone spoke, I felt their emotions crackling through the air, a chaotic mix of panic, anger, and something even more dangerous, ignorance.And it was ignorance that Marcus Vale fed on.He stood on the raised steps at the center of the quad, blade still glinting with the fading reflection of the torch he’d nearly used to execute my packmate. The boy was still on the ground, gasping, clutching his side. His human face was streaked with tears, blood, and fear. Students surrounded him like vultures hungry for a corpse.My wolf surged the moment I saw him.“Enough,” I growled, stepping forward.Every head snapped in my direction, as they started switching off their Torches an

PROFESSOR KIERAN The moment Marcus lifted the torch above my head, I felt my wolf hurl itself against my chest, snarling for release. The silver net tightened as I struggled, the metal burning into my skin like molten wire. Every breath came heavier, slower, poisoned by the silver stench clogging my lungs.The students were shouting over each other, like a single roaring beast trying to swallow me whole.“He’s a monster!”“Kill him before he turns on us!”“Burn the wolf!”My vision blurred at the edges, but I refused to show any sign of weakness. If this was how I died, I would face it heads on.Marcus stepped forward, flames flickering greedily along the torch. Sweat rolled down the side of my face.“See?” Marcus sneered, turning to the crowd. “Proof. Do you see it now? Wolves live among us. They pretend to be your teachers, your friends, your protectors. But they’re nothing more than beasts.”I snarled, the words ripping out of me through clenched teeth.“You don’t know a damn thin

PROFESSOR DANTE The pack hall shook with every impact.Snarls echoed off the stone pillars as skeletal wolves lunged at me from all sides, their hollow eye sockets glowing with poisonous green fire. Their ribs clattered with every movement, bones scraping bones, claws dragging gouges across the wooden floor.My claws extended with a crack, my muscles tightening as another skeletal wolf sprang straight at my throat. I caught it midair, slamming it into the ground so hard its spine shattered. Bone fragments scattered across the floor like shards of glass.“Stay down,” I snarled.Another one lunged from behind. I whirled, grabbed its jaw, and ripped its skull clean off. The body collapsed into dust.But there were more.Six of them circled me now, moving in perfect, unnatural silence. The fog in the hall thickened, coiling around my ankles like cold fingers trying to drag me down.I roared and charged.Two wolves leapt first—one toward my legs, the other for my shoulder. I spun low, let

PROFESSOR DANTEHer scream ripped through my room, filled with so much agony that my heart stopped before my feet did.I pushed open the door so hard it slammed against the wall, and the sight that met me nearly brought me to my knees.“Lessie!”She was collapsed on the floor, her body twisted unnaturally, blood pooling beneath her like ink spilling from a shattered bottle. Her skin was pale, too pale, her breaths shallow and broken, each one sounding like it was being torn out of her.My chest caved in.“Shit! Lessie!” I fell beside her, lifting her into my arms. Her head lolled against me, her lips parted as a faint whimper escaped her.Her blood stained my hands instantly.“Lessie, can you hear me?” I whispered urgently, my voice cracking in a way I hadn’t heard since I was a child. “Damn it, Lessie, stay with me.”Her eyes fluttered weakly, but she didn’t speak. Her fingers twitched, barely brushing my wrist before falling limp.I didn’t waste another second. I scooped her into my