All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

PROFESSOR CELESTE I could feel their fury.“Celeste of the Blood Moon,” one of the elders began, his voice echoing like thunder rolling through a cave. “You were given a second chance. You were tasked with retrieving the girl’s power. And yet here we are months later with nothing to show for your efforts.”My jaw tightened. “I have not failed,” I said firmly. “I only need more time.”“More time?” another elder hissed, her crimson eyes narrowing. “You were granted time and mercy, something you never deserved and what have you done with it? Playing human? Sat in a classroom pretending to be one of them?”Their mocking laughter filled the chamber. I clenched my fists. “You don’t understand what it takes to get close to her. Lessie isn’t ordinary. She’s protected by a power even she doesn’t understand. If I make one wrong move, I’ll lose any chance of getting near her again.”“Excuses,” spat the first elder. “We tire of them.”My pulse thundered in my ears. “You think this is easy? T

LESSIE The rain hadn’t started yet, but the sky was heavy with it. I sat on the curb outside the dormitory ruins, my suitcases and duffel bag stacked around me like a pathetic fortress. The administration had told everyone from the left wing to evacuate immediately—“for your safety,” they said, as if we weren’t already halfway traumatized.Most of the girls had friends to bunk with. Some have already left for home. A few were crying quietly by the fountain, waiting for their parents to pick them up.And me? I just sat there, staring at the scorched shell of what used to be our dorm.My throat still ached from the smoke, and my mind kept looping through the explosion—the sound, the flash, the heat. “Still sitting here, I see,” came a voice from behind me, smooth, taunting.I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.“Go away, Celeste,” I muttered, keeping my eyes fixed on the luggage at my feet.“Is that any way to speak to your superior?” she crooned, her heels clicking against the

LESSIE I woke up that morning with sunlight crawling across the sheets, and for a long moment, I just stared at the ceiling — blank, hollow, and refusing to feel anything. No guilt. No shame. No regret. I told myself that over and over until my chest stopped aching.The air still smelled like him, faintly wild, woodsy, that deep smoky scent that always clung to Dante’s skin. It lingered in the room, heavy enough to make me feel dizzy. My dress was tossed on the chair, wrinkled and reeking of his cologne, and the second I looked at it, my stomach twisted. I had to leave before I lost the fragile calm I was forcing myself to hold.I slid off the bed carefully, not daring to wake him. He was still asleep or pretending to be. His arm was sprawled over the sheets, his hair tousled, his chest rising and falling so quietly I could barely hear it. I caught myself staring for too long, and when my heart started doing that stupid racing thing again, I snapped my gaze away.No. I wasn’t doin

PROFESSOR DANTE Time slowed. Sound muffled. My lungs forgot to breathe.“Kieran—” I didn’t even realize I’d roared until the word left me, a raw animal thing that had nothing to do with courtesy or calm. The bottle in my hand smashed to the floor behind me, glass glittering like tiny stars at my feet.He didn’t move.I moved.I slammed into him with everything I had. My shoulder hit his chest, my arms wrapped around his throat, and in one brutal motion I pinned him to the wall. The leather of his jacket creaked. His eyes widened with resolve.“You touch her,” I said, my voice low and cold, “and I will rip out your throat with my teeth.”Up close, I saw the tremor in his fingers around the dagger. “Would you rather watch her rot from the inside?” he spat. “Someone has to die, Dante. And we both know it won’t be you.”Those words landed with the force of a hammer.I laughed. “Don’t give me that. Don’t you dare make this about bravery, Kieran. This is cowardice dressed up in noble li

LESSIE The first thing I felt was pain. Not mine, but his. Dante’s pain hit me like a thunderclap through a storm that wasn’t even mine to command. His blood, his breath, the shudder in his chest, I could feel it. I wanted to stop. I tried to stop. But I couldn’t. Celeste’s voice was everywhere, in my head, in my heartbeat, crawling inside my veins like black fire.“Stop… please…” I whispered, clutching my temples, but the whisper wasn’t mine anymore. My lips moved, but her words came out instead cold and venomous.He was in front of me, his eyes wild with agony and disbelief. “Lessie—” he started, his voice cracking from exhaustion, from heartbreak, I didn’t know.“Don’t speak my name!” I snapped, but that wasn’t me. That wasn’t my voice. It was her rage. Her poison.Inside my head, Celeste laughed. Good. Let him see what he’s done to you. Let him die knowing it was your hands.I screamed but outwardly, I smiled. I smiled like she wanted me to.Dante’s flames flickered around his