All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

PROFESSOR CELESTE The village lay quiet beneath the mist, the kind of quiet that made people feel as though the air itself were holding its breath. Perfect. I smiled faintly, allowing my gaze to sweep across the cottages, the narrow cobblestone paths, the children playing in the distance. So much of this world thought themselves simple, ignorant, innocent. I would harvest their naivety like fruit, and it would taste all the sweeter for it.I adjusted the folds of my cloak, letting it fall just so, so I looked every bit the harmless visitor, like a tourist, an outsider marveling at quaint village life. Beneath it, however, I was calculating, feeling for the pulse of their magic, the residue of power that clung to the land. The sacred staff was here, buried somewhere in this village. A relic long forgotten, yet one that could tilt the balance of the battle ahead. Lessie and Dante thought themselves clever, prepared, righteous.My attention snapped forward when a shrill, determined voic

LESSIE The markings led me like whispers—like someone was tugging a silver thread tied around my ribs, pulling me deeper into the dim, forgotten parts of campus. Every time I blinked, the sigils Ethan had carved glimmered faintly on the ground, glowing just long enough for me to follow before fading into dust.My pulse thudded in my ears. I could feel Dante’s mark burning on my neck again, a constant reminder of everything I was running from. It didn’t feel like warmth anymore, it felt like bondage. My wolf snarled beneath my skin, restless, hurt, torn between instinct and betrayal.“Just breathe,” I whispered to myself, though my voice trembled. “Follow the markings. Focus.”But my heart… my heart was anything but focused.I passed through the side entrance of the old library, a door no one used anymore because the wing beyond it had been closed off for years. The second I stepped inside, the smell hit me—dust, old paper, forgotten magic clinging to the air like frost.I swallowed h

LESSIEI didn’t expect the world to end quietly, but It ended the moment I pushed open that door.At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. My brain refused to stitch the scene together—Celeste bent over him, her hand on his chest, Dante slumped and dazed, his shirt half open, steam from a tea cup curling into the air like ghostly fingers.Then Dante lifted his head, and Celeste was too close. Too close. Her fingers were still on him. And he didn’t move fast enough.For a moment I couldn’t breathe. The air thickened, pressing against my ribs like an unseen hand. My wolf recoiled, whimpering deep inside my mind even though I couldn’t make a sound.Celeste turned first. Of course she did. Her face flickered with something—guilt? Triumph? Pity? I didn’t stay long enough to dissect it.Because Dante pushed himself toward me, unsteady, eyes wide.“Lessie,” he breathed. “It’s not what you think..”But the funny thing was for the first time, I did understand. All of it.Every argument

LESSIE The library was silent, like everything was holding their breath. I ran my fingers over the worn spines of the books, the dust tickling my palms, searching for something I didn’t fully understand. My hands trembled, heart hammering. Ethan’s journal had already rattled me to the core, but I knew there had to be more.And then I saw a small wooden box, tucked behind a row of old texts, as if hiding from the world. My pulse spiked. I slid the box toward me, heart thudding. The wood was warm, smooth, and when I lifted the lid, a faint glow escaped. Inside rested a pendant, delicate and ancient-looking, pulsing faintly with an energy I could feel vibrating through my fingers even before I touched it.Beneath it, folded neatly, was a piece of parchment. I unfolded it, and the words made my stomach drop:"This will protect you when your Alpha fails."My fingers tightened around the pendant. “Protect me… from him?” I whispered, the words tasting bitter.I clasped the pendant around my

LESSIEThe power that surged through my veins didn’t ask permission.It never warned me before it came.One second I was breathing, existing, pretending I was still the same girl I had been a few weeks ago, and the next, silver light crackled from my palms like living lightning, biting the air, humming with a will of its own. Sometimes it burned. Sometimes it pulled. Shadows stretched toward me like they recognized their queen.And every single time, it terrified me.I stared down at my hands, flexing my fingers slowly, forcing myself to breathe through the tremor running up my arms. The Crest was awake now. Not fully, but enough that it didn’t sleep quietly anymore.Enough that I could feel it watching.By midday, I forced myself to do something normal. Human. Harmless.I went to the cafeteria.The smell of food hit me first, it was fried oil, spices, sugar. It should have been comforting. Instead, my stomach twisted. I grabbed a tray, kept my head down, and chose a table near the ba