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

Marco’s POV “Alpha Marco,” one of the men near me called out as he approached, his expression taut with urgency. “We’ve just received word from the team Beta Dan assembled—they caught the rogue camp off guard and are already pushing them toward the border.” “So, in other words…” I said, waiting. “Yes, Alpha Marco,” he confirmed, a proud gleam flickering in his eyes. “They’ll soon reach our location.” “Good,” I said, voice low and commanding. “Now listen carefully. We’ll have to intercept every single one of them. The success of this plan depends entirely on whether we can hold our line.” I stepped forward, my gaze slicing through the ranks like a blade. “I don’t want excuses. I don’t want failure. I don’t want your forty percent—or even your hundred.” Confusion rippled across their faces, the flicker of uncertainty I was waiting for. “I want double. Triple that, if you can,” I continued, my tone hardening. A few of them gulped audibly, while others tried to mask their nerves

Marco’s POV “What are you saying?” I asked, the eagerness that had filled me moments ago draining away, leaving behind a hollow weight in my chest. “I just received word that a search has been on for Elle, but she hasn’t been found yet. Alpha Marco, this is serious,” Dan said, his tone urgent. I exhaled heavily, dragging my palm down my face, one hand pressed to my forehead while the other rested on my hip. My steps carried me in uneven circles as frustration gnawed at me. “Fuck,” I muttered at last. If there’d been a tree beside me, I would’ve punched it, harder than the last one. “Where did you get this information from?” I asked, hoping my skepticism would somehow prove this false. “We got word directly from the guards in the pack house,” Dan said grimly. “So it’s definitely that big of an issue.” I almost groaned aloud. “Alpha Marco, what are we going to do?” he asked, but even as he spoke, my wolf was restless inside me, clawing at the edges of my control. It wanted Aria

Marco’s POV The guard quickly averted his gaze from mine, but I kept my eyes fixed on him as though they could burn through his soul. “Welcome back, Alpha Marco,” the other guard to the left said. His face didn’t portray any resentment, but his words lacked genuineness. I scoffed and brushed past them, my usual calm demeanor gone. The way the first one reacted to my arrival didn’t sit right with me. As I walked in, calm but observant, I noticed the maids who saw me didn’t straighten up in fearful respect like they usually did. That alone spoke volumes. “You,” I said sharply, pointing to a maid by the door. She jolted as if struck. “Prepare my bath. I also want a meal ready downstairs. And get me Ruben—tell him to wait in my office.” “Yes, Alpha Marco,” she stammered before hurrying off. The first thing I did was head straight to the bathroom. A soak would calm my nerves—at least a little—and wash off the bruises I’d gathered. Washing, though, was hardly convenient; my palms b

Marco’s POV “Move, Ruben,” I instructed, my tone sharp and final. But Ruben shook his head slowly, left to right, defiance shimmering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Alpha Marco,” he said, voice firm, “but I cannot do so until you tell me what you have planned in mind.” “If you won’t move out of the way,” I countered, voice deepening, “then hand over the contract papers to me.” “I’m sorry, Alpha,” Ruben repeated, unyielding. “But again, I cannot do something of such gravity without knowing your intentions. This is a contract situation—it’s not meant to be one-sided.” A spark ran through my nerves, a tremor of irritation I could barely contain. “I could fling you away with a single wave of my hand,” I warned, the air between us heating. “I believe that’s extreme, Alpha Marco,” Ruben replied carefully. “For a case like this, it should be a matter of talk. Throwing me aside won’t change that.” “I am the Alpha!” I snapped, my voice echoing like thunder. “What I say goes without questio

Ariana’s POV “Aren’t the rogues all already dead?” Ruben asked, confusion tightening his tone as his brows drew together. “I’m sure most of them are—but not all,” Marco replied. Ruben’s confused expression didn’t completely fade, instead, it twisted into curiosity. “Not all of them, eh? How sure are you that this is the case?” Ruben asked, folding his arms. “You heard the head guard,” Marco said grimly. “It’s either the rogues overpowered our men and took them captive, or they took advantage of our distraction during the battle and slipped away with Ellen. Either way, it’s bad. But if it’s the first case—” he paused, dragging a hand down his face in regret—“then we’re in an even worse situation than I thought.” “Alpha Marco, should I assign a new set of troops to head for the border?” the head guard asked. “Yes,” Marco said sharply. “And I want to see the new rotation plan. This time, I want minimal risk—and even fewer deaths than the last outing.” The guard nodded, his movement