All Chapters of The Professor's Mate Clause : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

FREYA'S POVThe celebration lasts until well past midnight, but Adrian and I slip away while the revelry is still in full swing.No one stops us. If anything, the knowing looks we receive as we make our exit are fond, understanding. We've earned this privacy, this moment that belongs only to us.The walk back to our quarters feels longer than it should, anticipation making every step deliberate. Adrian's hand is warm in mine, his thumb tracing absent circles against my palm. Through the bond, I feel the simmer of his desire, controlled but present, waiting.We've touched before. Kissed. Shared intimacy in stolen moments between crisis and war. But this is different. This is the first time we're coming together as officially recognized equals, as mates whose bond is acknowledged by every authority that once denied us.This is us, complete and unquestioned, with nothing left to prove to anyone but ourselves.Adrian unlocks the door and we step inside. The room is exactly as we left it t

FREYA'S POV"We need a break," Clara announces, barging into my office without knocking.I look up from the supply requisitions I've been reviewing for the past two hours, blinking away the numbers that have started blurring together. "A break from what?""From this." She gestures broadly at the paperwork-covered desk, the wall calendar marked with meetings and deadlines, the organized chaos that's become my daily existence. "From being Alphas every single second. When's the last time you and Adrian did something just for yourselves?""We—" I stop, actually thinking about it. Between managing pack growth, coordinating with allied territories, and preparing for the continental Alpha gathering, every moment has been scheduled, allocated, purposeful. "I don't remember.""Exactly." Clara crosses her arms, wearing what I've come to recognize as her 'I'm right and you know it' expression. "You need a honeymoon. An actual, proper honeymoon where you leave pack territory and just be together

ADRIAN'S POVFreya is twelve weeks pregnant when the death threats start arriving.The first one appears slipped under our door, written in crude block letters on torn paper: "Abomination breeds abomination. Your hybrid spawn will die before it draws breath."I find it before Freya does, early morning when I'm the first one awake. The words make my blood run cold, protective instincts roaring to life so fiercely that Kael pushes against my control, demanding we hunt down whoever dared threaten our mate and unborn child.I burn the letter before Freya wakes.The second arrives three days later, this time mailed to our official address. More of the same poisonous rhetoric, detailed descriptions of violence against Freya and the baby, promises that the old ways will not tolerate this corruption.Chief Winters brings it to me directly, her expression grave."There have been four more," she says quietly. "All intercepted before reaching Luna Freya. All containing similar threats.""Six tot

ADRIAN'S POVThe continental gathering speech goes better than I dared hope.Freya stands before two hundred Alphas, visibly pregnant, undeniably powerful, and delivers a presentation that's equal parts personal testimony and practical demonstration of why equal bonds work. She doesn't shy away from the difficulties, doesn't pretend the journey was easy. She simply tells the truth, and the truth is compelling.By the time she finishes, half the room is nodding in agreement and the other half looks thoughtful rather than hostile. Not a complete victory, but a significant shift from where we started.The gathering lasts three days, filled with formal sessions, private meetings, and careful political navigation. By the end, we've secured agreements with fifteen new allied packs, opened discussions with a dozen more, and only made enemies of the most extreme traditionalists who were never going to be swayed anyway.When we finally return home, exhausted but triumphant, the pack greets us

ADRIAN'S POVAurora is three weeks old when she first shifts.We're in the nursery, Freya changing her diaper while I gather clean clothes, when it happens. One moment there's a fussing infant on the changing table, the next there's a tiny wolf pup, dark fur and bright eyes, making sounds that are half-whimper, half-growl.Freya freezes. "Adrian.""I see it." I approach slowly, carefully. "Hey, sweetheart. That's new."Aurora shifts back almost immediately, the change flowing over her like water. She's a baby again, naked and confused, starting to cry from the strangeness of what just happened.Freya scoops her up, soothing her with practiced ease. "Shh, it's okay. You're okay. That was just your wolf, baby girl. Nothing to be scared of."I call Dr. Chen immediately.He arrives within minutes, examining Aurora while Freya and I hover anxiously."Three weeks old," he murmurs, making notes. "That's extraordinarily young for a first shift. But she seems perfectly healthy. The shift didn'