All Chapters of FORBIDDEN FATE: MY PROFESSORS' MATE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Aliyah's POV The courtyard of the Blood Bane pack house was a sea of hostile eyes and flickering orange torchlight. I stayed pressed against the leather seat of the sedan, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Outside, the air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the musk of agitated wolves."Stay here," Skylar had said. But as I watched the circle of warriors close in on him and Tyler, I knew "here" was the most dangerous place to be."We have to do something," Becca whispered from the passenger seat. Her hands were still shaking from the drive, but she was digging through her bag, pulling out a thick manila folder and a digital tablet. "If they shift, the Council will have every right to execute them on the spot."I gripped the door handle. "They aren't going to shift. They're going to talk.""They aren't listening, Aliyah!" Becca hissed.Outside, Elder Vance stepped forward, his white robes catching the wind. He looked like a saint, but his eyes held the col

Aliyah's POVThe concrete floor was biting into my knees. My wrists were raw, the coarse rope fraying against my skin every time I tried to shift my weight. The air in this abandoned warehouse was stale, smelling of rusted iron and old wood. I looked at the flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling, my head spinning from the aftermath of the needle prick.Becca stood five feet away from me. She wasn't the shy, stuttering girl I had shared a dorm with. She didn't look like the person who had handed me tissues when I cried over Skylar. She looked cold. Her posture was straight, her chin held high, and her eyes—those eyes I thought were kind—were as hard as flint."Why, Becca?" I croaked. My throat felt like it was filled with broken glass. "I asked you for help. You were the only one left. I trusted you."Becca let out a short, sharp laugh. She walked toward me, her boots clicking rhythmically against the stone. She stopped just inches away and tilted my head up with a finger under

Aliyah's POV I could feel my life slipping away with every shallow breath. The ropes weren't just holding my flesh; it felt like Becca’s dark magic was stitching itself into my very soul, draining the Zeen wolf essence she craved so badly. My vision swam. The warehouse was a blurred mess of shadows and the heavy, metallic scent of blood.Through the haze, I saw them.Aiden and Serena were crumpled on the floor, their bodies broken by the sheer force of the black smoke Becca had unleashed. They had fought for me—for Liona, for Aliyah—but they were outmatched by a power that didn't belong in our world.Becca stood over them, her hands glowing with an oily, suffocating darkness. "Such a waste of Royal blood," she mused. Her voice had lost that shy, stuttering quality I’d known for years. Now, it was sharp and jagged. "But you’re just the appetizers. The main course is finally here."I felt it then. A vibration in the air that made the hair on my arms stand up. It wasn't the cold, dead p

Aliyah's POV The silence of the cabin was heavy, but it wasn't the cold, suffocating silence of the warehouse or the damp walls of my captors' hideout. This silence was thick with the scent of us—the musk of Tyler’s skin, the sharp, clean scent of Skylar’s cologne, and the metallic, sweet tang of our shared passion. I lay in the center of the massive bed, my body still humming from the way they had claimed me. Every inch of my skin felt sensitized, branded by their touch.Tyler was on my left, his large, calloused hand resting heavily on my stomach as if to ensure I wouldn't vanish if he let go. On my right, Skylar was propped up on his elbow, his emerald eyes tracing the lines of my face with a desperate, quiet hunger. The shadows of the cabin flickered in the low light, but for the first time in months, the darkness didn't feel like a threat."I can still smell the smoke on you," Tyler muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated against my side. He leaned over, pressing

Skylar’s POVThe heavy oak doors of the Alpha Council’s private chamber felt like the gates to a prison I had finally outgrown. I stood in front of the long, polished table where the men who had governed my life—and the lives of every wolf in Eclipsera—sat in stunned silence.I wasn't wearing my professor’s tweed jacket today. I was in a sharp, black suit that felt like armor. Beside me, Tyler stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his hair pulled back in a tight bun, his emerald eyes glowing with a predatory satisfaction.“You can’t just dissolve the Council’s mandates, Skylar,” Alpha Miller sputtered, his hands shaking as he looked at the documents I had just slammed onto the table. “These laws have stood since the founding of Silver Haven. Social constructs keep us organized. They prevent chaos!”“They prevent happiness,” I countered, my voice low and dangerous. “And they are based on fear, not strength. You used these laws to control who we love and how we mate, all to keep y