All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

PROFESSOR DANTE The second the words left Lucky’s mouth “Does she know?” my control shattered. I didn’t think, didn’t plan. My body moved before my mind caught up. One heartbeat he was smirking at me, and in the next, I was across the clearing, teeth bared, claws out, my wolf tearing through my human skin like fire through paper.The sound that ripped from my throat wasn’t a growl. It was a roar.The pack scattered instantly, wolves and men alike retreating in a blur of fur and dust. They knew better than to stand between two Alphas once blood was called. Lessie gasped somewhere behind me, her scent sharp with fear. I felt her wolf pressing against her skin, howling for release, urging her to run to me — but I threw my mind out, a single command bursting through the link like thunder.Stay back.For once, she obeyed. I could feel her shaking on the edge of the clearing, her fear like a second heartbeat inside my skull.Lucky shifted mid-leap, his own wolf tearing through his skin

LESSIE The air grew colder the moment she said it. “What do you mean by that?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, though inside, fear was already crawling through me like a swarm of ants. I tried to stand firm, to keep my breathing even, to not let her see the way my chest tightened and my palms dampened with sweat. But my wolf was restless under my skin, pacing, growling, warning. Celeste didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she moved closer with the slow elegance of a predator that already knew its prey had nowhere to run. Each step she took made the night heavier, the silence more suffocating. I instinctively stepped back, my boots crunching against the gravel path. My eyes scanned the empty street, wishing someone would appear. But it was just the two of us, under the pale glow of the moon. Then she reached me. In one sudden, brutal motion, Celeste’s fingers fisted in my hair and yanked hard enough to rip a cry from my throat. “Stop! let me go!” My hands flew

PROFESSOR DANTE “Lessie!”Her name ripped out of me as I dropped to my knees beside her trembling body. The sound of her bones breaking and reforming was a jagged symphony I would never get used to. My chest constricted as I reached out, fingers brushing her damp skin. Her body was caught in the merciless grip of a mid-shift, her breaths short and erratic, her face contorted in pain.“Talk to me, please. Are you..” My voice cracked, my throat raw. “Are you alright?”But her eyes were already glowing, flickering violet like wildfire ready to consume everything it touched. She couldn’t hear me, couldn’t respond. She was somewhere between flesh and fur, human and wolf, trapped in the storm of her own becoming.And then, before I could process anything further, the door slammed open.Kieran burst in, wild-eyed, chest heaving. He looked like he’d been running at full speed, sweat clinging to his temples. His mouth opened as though he’d been about to shout something urgent, until he s

LESSIE That morning, I stood by my window, watching as Professor Dante trained outside with the other warriors. His movements were sharp, almost violent, each strike landing with a precision that spoke of years of discipline. Sweat glistened down his neck, dripping onto his shirtless chest, and I hated myself for staring, for feeling that same tug in my chest that always came when I saw him.But beneath the strength, I could sense it: the fracture in the pack. And I couldn’t help but feel it was all because of me.Dante had grown colder with each passing day, his jealousy flaring every time Kieran so much as looked in my direction. And Kieran? He had stopped pretending to hide it. His jokes carried a boldness now. His eyes lingered on me with a question he no longer masked. He wanted me openly.And me? I was stuck in the middle of two storms, still trying to piece together who I even was in this new life, still trying to hold on to the girl I used to be before everything shattere

PROFESSOR DANTE The day had already dragged me to the edge of exhaustion before the sun was even halfway down the sky. Meetings like these were always an irritation, but this one had felt like carrying a boulder uphill.I arrived early, because Alphas noticed such things, and when the others came — three men and one woman, each leader of the pack was as stubborn as me. They were all strong, their wolves rippling beneath their skin, their eyes sharp with the unspoken knowledge of what was coming.War.I didn’t need to paint it for them; they already knew. The rise of a Moonborn would never go quietly. Lessie’s awakening had set something in motion that none of us could ignore. Celeste would come. Rival packs would come. Hunters already had.So I spoke plainly.“We stand at a threshold,” I told them, my voice filling the dim council chamber. “If we stay divided, she," I did not say Lessie’s name, but we all knew. “Will be taken. And when she is taken, our lands, our wolves, our chi