All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

LESSIEThe wheelchair felt more awful than I expected.The metal frame pressed into my sides as the nurse pushed me down the long white hallway toward physical therapy. Every movement sent sharp pains through my body and reminded me of how close I had come to dying. My ribs screamed with every breath. My head throbbed. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else.I clenched my hands together in my lap and focused on breathing.In.Out.“First sessions are always the hardest,” the therapist said gently as she opened the glass doors. “But we’ll take it slow.”Slow still felt like torture. At this point I just wanted to be left alone.As they wheeled me inside, my eyes drifted to the glass wall that separated the therapy room from the hallway. And there he was.Dante.He paced back and forth like a caged animal, hands clenched, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on the floor and then snapping back up to me. He refused to come in. He always did that now. Since I woke up from coma he has been

LESSIEThe hospital was never truly quiet.Even at night, it breathed. Machines hummed. Wheels squeaked down corridors. Someone always coughed, cried, whispered a prayer into the dark. I lay awake staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks, listening to the slow rhythm of my own heart, waiting for pain to fade enough for sleep to take me.It never did.Ethan sat in the chair by the window, pretending to scroll through his phone. He had been doing that for nearly an hour, thumb moving without focus, eyes too sharp, too alert. I could feel his tension from across the room like static.Something was off.A soft knock came at the door.Ethan looked up instantly.Before either of us could speak, a young orderly slipped inside, eyes darting nervously. He did not look at me. He went straight to Ethan and pressed a folded piece of paper into his hand.“Someone said it was urgent,” the orderly whispered. “They said not to log it.”Then he was gone.The door shut quietly. That was strange. Thi

PROFESSOR DANTEThe campus had a different atmosphere.I noticed it the moment my boots touched the stone path leading toward Crescent Falls’ main quad. Students flooded the grounds like flies.They were louder than usual. Not the careless loud of youth, but the sharp, intentional noise of people who wanted to be heard. Phones were already out. Whispers rippled and spread the second I passed.I kept my posture straight, shoulders back, spine locked. Alpha instinct demanded it. If I flinch, they will use that opportunity and talk trash about me.Someone laughed behind me.“Guess he likes them young.”I didn’t turn around.The humanities building loomed ahead like a courtroom I never asked to step into. I reminded myself that I have taught through worse. Through supernatural lockdowns. Through faculty strikes. Through riots fueled by fear of what lurked beyond the wards.This should be easier.It wasn’t.The lecture hall is already full when I entered. Students stared openly now. Some

PROFESSOR DANTEThe press conference was chaos before it even began. Cameras flashed like fireflies gone mad, microphones thrust forward by students, faculty, and reporters alike, all with the same aim: to burn me alive. The board tried to keep order, but then everywhere was chaos.I stepped up to the podium. Every footfall echoed like a drumbeat in my skull. My fingers clenched the edges of the podium, nails biting into the polished wood. I could hear whispers behind me. Students whispering to each other like snakes, professors murmuring judgments I didn’t need, reporters tapping their pens and cameras, waiting for my slip.“Professor Ravencrest,” one reporter called, voice sharp, almost gleeful. “Did you sleep with your student?”The words hit me like knives. My jaw clenched. My voice didn’t waver as I said nothing. Silence stretched. Another camera clicked.“Did you groom her?” a different reporter asked. “Did you cause her accident?”I didn’t answer because know anything I said wi

LESSIEI stood beside Ethan outside the humanities block, my arms wrapped around myself even though the afternoon heat pressed heavy against my skin. These days coming to the campus felt so different, I felt like I was in a place I shouldn't be in, I felt so displaced but it was my final year and soon I'd get my degree and it will be all worth it.Students passed by in groups, pretending not to stare at me like a was a piece of shit, but they failed miserably. Some slowed down just enough to look at me and nudged their friends to also look and laugh, good thing I was now a source of entertainment. Others did not bother hiding it at all. Someone whispered my name and laughed like it was a joke they finally understood.I felt smaller with every step I took. And honestly, I wished the world would just end that instant.Ethan noticed my mood like he always did.“Don't let them bother you. I feel this didn’t start on its own,” he said quietly.I looked at him. His jaw was tight, eyes scann