All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LESSIE My legs were on fire. Every step felt like knives cutting into the soles of my feet, and still that stranger kept walking as though the earth itself was carrying him forward. His hood was pulled low, shadowing most of his face, but I didn’t need to see his expression to know he was utterly indifferent to my pain.“Wait, please…” My voice cracked as I stumbled, my knees threatening to buckle. “When are we going to rest? I can’t keep doing this. We've been walking for hours and still no sign of a building. I'm tired, I just can’t.”For the first time since we’d started following him, the stranger stopped. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his head over his shoulder. His eyes caught the faint light seeping through the dense trees, and for a second, I swore they gleamed like a predator’s. He looked at me, at my shaking frame, at the sweat clinging to my skin and then without a single word, he turned back and kept walking.That was it. Not even a grunt. Just silence.Beside me,

PROFESSOR DANTE At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.I blinked once. Twice. My heart thudded like a hammer inside my chest as I stared down the dimly lit hallway.For a split second, I’d seen her sitting right there on my living room couch, her silhouette outlined in the faint glow from the fireplace that had died hours ago. Pale skin. Long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. That same cold smirk that used to curdle my blood.Celeste.I blinked again, shaking my head violently. “No,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re dead.”But when I looked again, she was gone. I rubbed my eyes several times, convinced it was exhaustion, maybe the stress twisting my senses into illusions. But deep down, beneath the logic and reason, my wolf stirred uneasily.I’d seen her. I knew it.I took slow, careful steps toward the living room, my muscles coiled tight. Every creak of the floorboard sounded louder than normal. The fire was out completely now, leaving only shadows danci

LESSIE If there’s one thing I’ve mastered lately, it’s running late.That morning was no different. I was half-sprinting through the hallway, clutching my coffee with one hand while the other rummaged hopelessly through my bag for my literature notes. My heart pounded against my ribs as the bell blared overhead, echoing through the long corridor like a cruel reminder of my terrible time management.“Crap, crap, crap,” I muttered under my breath, shifting my bag higher on my shoulder.Just as I turned the corner, head still buried in my bag I crashed hard into someone. My coffee went flying, papers rained down like confetti, and the sound of scattering pens and a cracking perfume bottle filled the air.“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I gasped, immediately dropping to my knees to gather my things. My pulse quickened as embarrassment flushed hot through my cheeks.“It’s alright,” the stranger said softly.Something about that voice made my stomach twist. Calm. Familiar. I didn’t look up

LESSIE The moment I heard Celeste voice my entire body went still.I turned around slowly, praying I was wrong, but there she was—standing in front of me, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her lips curved into that cruel, knowing smile. My stomach twisted into knots.Ethan stiffened beside me. Neither of us said a word.Before I could even think of what to say or do, Sandra who was blissfully unaware and completely drunk, stumbled forward, giggling. “Oh my God, hi! You’re so pretty!” she said, wobbling on her heels as she extended her hand to Celeste. “You’re not gonna believe this, but Lessie here was about to ruin everyone’s night. She’s being such a joy killer!”“Sandra, stop.” I tried to pull her back, but she ignored me.Celeste took her hand, her smile widening in a way that made my skin crawl. “A joy killer?” she echoed softly, tilting her head toward me. “I can imagine.”Sandra laughed again, unaware of the danger dripping from every inch of the woman before he

LESSIEThe sound of my own heartbeat was the first thing I heard when I came to. It echoed in my ears like the fading rhythm of a war drum, slow and heavy, thudding beneath my ribs. My eyelids felt like they were weighted, and when I finally pried them open, the world around me spun into focus — white walls, harsh fluorescent light, the faint smell of disinfectant.I wasn’t in the cell anymore.A thin sheet covered my body, and cold wires trailed from my wrists to a heart monitor that beeped steadily beside me. My throat felt raw, my head pounding like someone had used it as a drum. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was.Then it all came crashing back. The blood. The dead man. The police. The cuffs. Dante’s angry face.And then… the darkness.I gasped, sitting up too fast, ripping one of the monitor wires from my skin.“Whoa, whoa..easy there!” a voice said from the side.I turned to see a nurse rushing toward me, her expression softening when she noticed the panic on my fac