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

Ariana’s POV “Miss Ariana?” The maid’s voice was soft, hesitant. My gaze shifted toward her, my expression calm but distant. “Yes?” I asked. “I’m sorry to disturb your thinking, miss,” she said, hands clasped nervously, “but… you haven’t given me a response yet.” I blinked slowly, dragging my attention back from my thoughts. “Who is the person?” “Well…” she hesitated, “I was told the person prefers to see you directly, rather than send an announcement. Instead, I was asked to come with a plea.” A quiet sigh escaped my lips. With these signs, I didn't need much to already guess who it was. Only one person would have the audacity to send a request like that—Ruben. Of course. Now that I was in the warriors’ barracks, a five-minute visit wasn’t much of a stretch. He could come, say whatever he needed to say, and leave. And if at any point I felt irritated or cornered, I could simply order the guards to remove him. Simple. The thought curved a faint, dry smile on my lips. “Alrigh

Ariana’s POV “I already told you and Marco everything, so I don’t know what you’re going on about,” I said, my tone sharp and defensive. “I believe you told us most of what happened, Ariana,” Ruben replied calmly, “but not all of it.” “Stop talking gibberish, Ruben. I already told you what Mother said to me—and everything I went through. If you’re going to stand there and act like I lied, then you’ve got another thing coming.” My hands clenched into fists. I nearly stood up in anger, but the silent reminder of the deed made me sit back down on the bed. “I’m not denying any of that, Ariana,” Ruben said, his tone measured. “After all, the guards can testify that you were here during the rogue attack. What I’m saying is—I haven’t been able to understand the full story. It feels like a piece is missing. So even if you told us everything back there, I want you to add to it. More details. Something I can leverage.” “So you want a tip?” I asked, my brow arching. “More like clues,” he

Marco’s POV “Alpha Marco,” Dan said. It wasn’t a question, but more as a statement. If it was meant to be a question, it didn’t sound like one. “What were you hunting that made you throw knives?” I asked, my eyes landing on the metal glint in his hand — a few dented canisters of water. “I didn’t see who was coming,” Dan started, his tone cold. “I only knew someone was approaching. Since I told the men there was no need to leave the campsite, I assumed it was an intruder.” “That wasn't completely a good choice, but still a quick judgment,” I said, nodding slightly. “Good to know you haven’t lost your edge.” “Yes, Alpha Marco,” Dan replied, a bitter smirk tugging his lips. “Of course that couldn’t happen in one or two days now, could it? And as you already know—and have seen—making bad choices costs far more than an arm and a leg.” His words soured the air, the faint warmth that had been building between us instantly snuffed out. “I’m sorry things turned out this way,” I said q

Marco’s POV “Yes, Dan—she’s the one who’s missing,” I confirmed, watching his body vibrate with barely contained rage while I searched for words that could defend, or at least justify, my decisions. “I knew this from the very start,” Dan said, his tone laced with bitter regret. “I told you your priorities were out of order, and now this is the result of it all.” “You fail to understand,” I countered, voice tight. “If Ariana had been taken by the rogues, she would’ve been killed. She was their target—not Ellen.” “Unfortunately, it doesn’t look that way now, does it?” Dan jabbed, his words landing like a low blow. “No, it doesn’t,” I admitted stiffly, “but steps are already being taken.” “What steps?” he pressed, his voice sharp, demanding. “I’ve already instructed the warriors surrounding the pack house to begin investigating. Clues have started coming in, but I’m not interested in clues,” I said flatly. “I told them directly—find Ellen before I step in.” Dan’s jaw tensed. “They

Marco’s POV “Alpha Marco.” The maid’s soft voice pulled me out of the trance I didn’t realize I’d sunk into. I adjusted in my chair, my movements sluggish, careless—like someone who’d just been shot awake after a long, unwanted sleep. “What is it?” I asked, squinting at the blur of her form. She appeared to be split into five versions of herself, each one circling my vision like a Ferris wheel. “I’ve brought your breakfast,” she said, her voice small, careful. She took hesitant steps forward, courage trembling in each one, and set the tray on my desk. Plates clinked softly as she arranged the delicacies before retreating as if I were something venomous. “What’s this?” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face, half-hoping the gesture would sharpen my vision. “Toasts with stuffing, seasoned meats, vegetables with extra toppings, fruit choppings, and—” She paused. “And?” I asked, peering through my fingers, finally managing to gather her spinning images into one. “And your coffee,