Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Professor, My Mate: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

LESSIEWhen I woke up, the sheets still smelled like him. That intoxicating mix of smoke, cedarwood, and danger clung to the pillow beside me. My fingers brushed over the empty space where his body had been, still faintly warm, and a slow smile tugged at my lips as the memories of last night came flooding back — his breath on my neck, the heat of his skin, the way my name had fallen from his lips like a prayer and a curse all at once.The mark still burned where his teeth had claimed me. A shiver ran through me as I traced it lightly, and before I knew it, a small sound escaped my throat — soft, helpless. Goddess, what was wrong with me? It was like his touch had awakened something primal inside me that refused to quiet.I reached lazily for him, expecting to find Dante still asleep beside me, but my hand only met cold sheets. My eyes fluttered open completely, scanning the dimly lit room. His side of the bed was empty. The air felt heavy, tense… wrong.“Dante?” My voice came out h

LESSIE “Lessie, you’re not going to that school today.”Dante’s voice thundered through the room, sharp and final like a command from the gods.I froze halfway through buttoning my shirt, my heart skipping a beat. “Excuse me?” I asked, blinking at him as if I hadn’t heard right.He was standing by the door, arms crossed, eyes burning like wildfire. His jaw was set tight — the kind of tight that meant he wasn’t joking.“I said you’re not going,” he repeated, slower this time, like I was a child who couldn’t understand simple language.I laughed bitterly. “You can’t be serious.”“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” he snapped. “You think I’m letting you walk into that university after what Ethan said last night? Celeste is expecting you, Lessie. It’s a trap!”My chest tightened at the mention of her name, but I forced myself to keep my voice steady. “I can handle it.”“No, you can’t!” Dante shouted, his hand slamming against the table so hard that the glass cup on it shattered. I

PROFESSOR DANTE The moment I saw Lessie’s body being dragged toward that blinding pit of fire, something inside me snapped.“LESSIE!” I roared, the sound tearing out of me like a beast’s dying cry. I didn’t even recognize my own voice.Celeste’s laugh echoed, sharp and cruel, her crimson hair fanning wildly behind her as her power rippled through the air. Kieran fell to the ground beside me, coughing and gasping for breath the second she released him. His eyes were red, but even through his struggle he tried to rise again.I didn’t wait. I lunged forward, claws extending as I charged at her with every ounce of strength and rage left in me.She turned at the last second, her hand flicking up like a queen swatting a fly. Power slammed into me, flinging me across the room. I crashed into a bookshelf, wood splintering around me. Pain shot through my ribs.“Dante,” she purred, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness. “You have become so weak because of love.”“Love?” I spat, forcing

LESSIEThe moment Celeste’s body hit the ground, everything changed.Silver light exploded from within me, so bright it devoured the shadows clinging to the corners of the chamber.Celeste screamed. Her voice split through the air — high, furious, terrified. She tried to shield her face, but it was too late. Her own spell turned against her, eating away at everything it had touched.I could feel the energy clawing at my chest, wild and endless, like a thousand storms breaking loose inside me. My knees buckled, but before I could hit the ground, strong arms caught me.“Lessie!”Dante’s voice was the only thing that made sense in the chaos. I blinked up at him, blood streaked down his jaw, his shirt torn and stained, but his eyes were fixed only on me.He locked his hands with mine. The moment our skin touched, everything inside me stilled. The chaos, the pain, the unbearable energy — all of it began to steady. The bond between us flared, golden and hot, anchoring me.“I’m here,” he s

PROFESSOR DANTE“Ethan!” I shouted, gripping his shoulders hard enough that my fingers dug into bone. “Stop the chant! Ethan, stop!”He didn’t even blink. His eyes were glassy, his lips moving too fast for any human tongue. The words that came out weren’t natural, they slid through the air like poison, thick and ancient, older than any spellbook. The sound made my skin crawl.“Ethan!” I shook him again, harder this time, but it was useless. His body was there, but he wasn’t. His soul was trapped somewhere inside that chant.The grimoire in his lap pulsed, black light leaking out from its pages, tendrils of darkness crawling across the floor like veins of ink. They slithered toward Lessie’s body, wrapping around her wrists, her throat, her chest—each pulse synchronizing with her faint heartbeat.I could feel the magic’s weight pressing against me, choking me. It was like the air itself had turned to smoke.“Ethan!” I roared again, but he didn’t hear me.And then the creature took a s