All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

PROFESSOR CELESTE The moment I stepped onto the podium, silence folded itself around me like a held breath.Power always changed a room before words ever could. I felt it in the way the elders stiffened, in the way the torches flared just a fraction brighter, in the way Dante’s fury slammed against my senses like a wild animal testing the bars of its cage.I rested my hands on the cold stone. I had learned long ago that men feared calm confidence far more than shouting.“I believe,” I said evenly, “that this entire spectacle could have been avoided if the truth had been acknowledged sooner.”A murmur spread through the Council chamber. Curious now. Irritated. Alert.I turned slowly, letting my gaze sweep across them all. Elders. Alphas. “I was the one who mentored Lessie,” I continued. “I guided her. I prepared her. Her power did not awaken in chaos. It awakened under pressure. Under neglect.”Dante’s snarl echoed sharp and raw. “Shut up and stop saying nonsense.”I smiled faintly b

LESSIEI could still hear the echo of my own scream bouncing around the shattered ritual chamber. The silver fire that had burst from my chest left drifting motes of light floating through the smoky air like glowing snow. The floor beneath me was still trembling, vibrating through my palms as I pressed them against the cracked tiles just to stop myself from collapsing face first.Everything burned. My bones, my lungs, my skin, even my tears felt hot against my cheeks as they slid down. When I tried to breathe, my ribs shook as if lightning had been packed between them.The chains that once held me lay around me in melted puddles. The ancient runes were gone, as if dissolved by that explosion of power. Celeste staggered near the far wall, shielding her eyes from the lingering silver light, snarling with rage and disbelief. Her white robe was scorched in several places, the skin beneath blistered and peeling.I knelt on the broken ritual floor, panting, weak, my vision shifting between

LESSIE’S POVSomething was pulling me apart.I could not feel my hands or my face. I could not tell where my legs were. I did not know if I was breathing. All I could sense was sound. Slow beeping. Too slow. Like it belonged to someone who had already stopped existing. The noise dragged through my skull with empty hollowness.Beep.Pause.Beep.Pause.I waited for pain to arrive, or voices, or movement, but none of those things came. Instead, something darker spread across me, swallowing me whole until all that existed was nothing.Then a whisper moved through the darkness.It was Ethan’s voice.His voice sounded like static and wind brushing through autumn leaves. Not everything is as it seems.My heart clenched. I tried to answer him, but I could not move my mouth.Trust no one.Ethan? My voice echoed inside my own skull, silent yet desperate.Trust no one… not even those you love most.Then the darkness flipped.It did not fade gradually. It shattered, breaking apart into blinding

LESSIESharp, searing pain tore through my body, making me scream before I even realized it. My eyelids fluttered, each movement a battle. The fluorescent lights above me buzzed faintly, too bright, too sterile, and every breath I drew felt like fire crawling down my throat.But before panic could fully take hold, my eyes found the warmth I had expected but Kieran. He sat at my bedside, hand resting gently on mine, his smile soft, unshakable even in the chaos surrounding us.I blinked, disoriented. My body trembled with exhaustion, but my mind immediately focused on him. “K…Kieran?” I croaked, voice hoarse and barely audible.He leaned closer, brushing my hair from my forehead. “Hey, you’re awake. That’s all that matters. Don’t talk too much yet. Just focus on breathing.”The relief in his eyes made my chest ache. I wanted to reach for him, to cling to that warmth, but the weight of the past weeks pressed down, every betrayal, every fear. My gaze shifted involuntarily toward Dante, wh

CHAPTER 130PROFESSOR DANTE The campus felt like a living, breathing thing, buzzing with whispers that clawed at me the moment I stepped onto the grounds. Every corridor I passed, every lecture hall I walked past, I could hear the gossip about lessie and it was draining. Students leaned against lockers, their heads bent, eyes darting. In the cafeteria, forks clattered onto plates as conversations stuttered when I entered.I clenched my jaw, refusing to look. My wolf howled in my chest, furious, protective, burning like wildfire. Lessie had been the center of attention before, but now after the accident, she was a focal point of pity, speculation, and curiosity. Some students whispered about “tragic accidents,” others murmured, “Maybe it wasn’t an accident at all.”The thought made my chest tighten.I gritted my teeth and strode past the lunch lines, ignoring the stares and murmurs. Every step, every glance, made me almost punched someone. By the time I reached the Council chamber,