All Chapters of Claimed By A Father And Son: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it… You’d think he was carving a gravestone. Then he turned around and faced the class. “The subject of this course is simple,” he said. “You’re here to understand where you come from. What you’re made of. What your blood entitles you to—and what it will cost you.” I blinked. Zia shifted in her seat beside me. Raina exhaled slowly. “Damn,” she whispered under her breath. “Why does that sound like a threat?” I didn’t answer her. Because I couldn’t look away from him. His gaze drifted slowly across the class, landing on students one by one. When his eyes fin

A few hands went up. Zia didn’t move. Raina didn’t breathe. I sat there like a statue, praying he’d pick someone else. Literally anyone else. Let one of the Alpha boys show off. Let one of the nerds in the front row babble through the textbook answer. Please. Please, not me. But then he said it. “Elena,” he said, and the sound of my name in his mouth again made my breath catch. “I want you to answer it.” Zia made a soft gasp. Raina turned to look at me like I had just been chosen for execution. I could feel their panic. But mine was worse. Because this wasn’t a test. This wasn’t a random pick. He wanted me to answer it. He said it like it mattered. He said it like he wanted to watch me squirm. “I…” I started, but my voice came out hoarse. I cleared my throat. “Um…” I could feel his eyes on me. I could feel his presence sinking into my skin. I had read the answer some days back. I knew it. I studied. But now my head was blank. My mouth was dry. My entire b

I swallowed and tried to steady myself even though my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was shaking my ribs. “I’m going to his office,” I said, forcing the words out before I could chicken out or start stuttering. “Why,” he asked, and there was so much weight in that one word that it made my throat go dry all over again. “Why are you going to my father’s office.” “He called me,” I said quickly, the explanation tumbling out of me because I needed him to understand that this wasn’t my choice. “He told me to meet him there.” Lucian’s mouth twitched, but there was no humor in it, no teasing edge like usual. “He told you,” he repeated slowly, like he was tasting the words and finding them bitter. “And you just listened.” “He’s my professor,” I snapped before I could stop myself, yanking my wrist free from his grip because suddenly the closeness felt like too much, because I needed space to breathe, to think, to not drown in the way his eyes were burning into me. “He called