All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

LESSIE The air outside the classroom felt heavy — thicker, like it was pressing down on my skin. I could still feel Sandra’s hands trying to hold me back, her voice trembling behind me as she begged me not to do anything stupid.But I was beyond reason.Humiliation burned like acid beneath my skin. My name was being dragged through the mud, my face was plastered everywhere, my body put on display for everyone to gawk at. Every whispered laugh and every mocking stare I endured this morning replayed in my head like a cruel film reel.And there was only one name that kept flashing through my mind.Taide.That smug bastard had been there that night — leaning against the poolside rail, smirking like he owned the world, phone in hand. I remembered the flicker of his flash when I fell, remembered his mocking laugh as he and his little group of jackals snickered behind me.If anyone had the nerve to do this to me, it was him.“Lessie, wait!” Sandra’s voice echoed behind me as I stormed d

LESSIE The rain was relentless, thick, cold drops pelting the ground like tiny bullets. My hair clung to my forehead, my sweater already soaked through as I stood frozen by the curb.Professor Kieran sat behind the wheel of the sleek black car, his face half-lit by the dashboard’s faint glow. He looked… effortlessly calm, like the storm outside didn’t touch him at all. His dark hair was pushed back neatly, his tie loosened, his expression unreadable—but his eyes, those sharp blue-grey eyes, held that same quiet intensity that always seemed to strip me bare.I pulled my sweater tighter around me, shivering under his gaze.“Professor,” I managed, my voice low, guarded.“Need a ride?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone, as if he already knew what my answer would be.For a moment, I just stared at him.Every cell in my body screamed no.For weeks now, I’d been doing everything I could to avoid both Kieran and Dante; keeping my head down, walking the long way to class, ducking i

LESSIE For a heartbeat, I didn’t understand what had just happened.It was like the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving only heat and the sharp, burning pain that bloomed across my neck. Dante’s teeth sank deep, not enough to draw blood but enough to make my body jolt, every muscle tightening under the sudden, searing sensation.It burned. God, it burned.The pain wasn’t sharp like a cut, it was heavy, pulsing, as if something was being branded deep beneath my skin. I wanted to scream, to shove him away, but my voice caught somewhere in my throat, strangled by shock. And then, just as the burn reached its peak, something else followed, a slow, spreading warmth that coiled low in my stomach, confusing and shameful and nothing I wanted to feel.Pleasure.I hated that word, hated how my body betrayed me by responding to something that should have terrified me. The sensation came like a ripple, colliding with panic and guilt until I could barely tell where one ended and the

LESSIE The silence that followed Dante’s words was deafening.I felt my world tilt, as if the ground had been yanked out from under me. Fated mates. The words still echoed in my head like a curse I couldn’t escape. Ethan’s eyes had gone wide, first with shock, then with hurt. He looked between Dante and me, searching for a denial, a joke, anything to make sense of it.But I had nothing to give him.The air between us thickened until I could barely breathe. Ethan’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he looked at me again. “Tell me he’s lying,” he said, his voice low but trembling. “Lessie, tell me this isn’t true.”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly too tight to speak.Dante didn’t even flinch. He just stood there, arms crossed, as if this whole thing amused him.Ethan gave a short, bitter laugh, one that cracked halfway through. “Right,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Of course it’s true.” His voice rose, breaking with disbelief. “You knew, didn’t you? You both knew this en

LESSIE Work was supposed to distract me. That was the point of it, at least.But as I sat behind the polished marble front desk of the Asterion Grand Hotel, idly tracing circles on the guest ledger with my pen, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan’s unanswered call.We were supposed to FaceTime tonight. I’d promised him I’d be home early, that we’d catch up on classwork and maybe watch something together, but when my manager called and said someone had called in sick, I didn’t even hesitate to pick up the shift. The pay was too good, and the truth was… I needed the money.Summer wasn’t far away, and if I managed to save up enough from my part-time shifts here, I could finally afford that little vacation I’d been dreaming about. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere far from all of the chaos, the professors who weren’t supposed to mean anything and yet somehow did.Still, guilt gnawed at me as I looked at the clock. 8:42 p.m. Ethan was probably asleep by now.I sighed and tucked a loose strand