All Chapters of FORBIDDEN FATE: MY PROFESSORS' MATE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aliyah's POV The first thing I felt was the vibration. A low, rhythm that rattled my aching skull.I tried to move, but my limbs felt like lead. I was draped over a shoulder– one that was hard, armored, and smelling of ozone and expensive cologne. My head hung down, my auburn hair shielding my face as I swayed with the soldier's footsteps.I blinked, my vision slowly clearing. I was outside. The cool night air hit my face, smelling of smoke and gunpowder."Keep moving!" a voice barked. "Get her in the car!"I twisted my neck, the silver collar pinching my skin, sending fresh jolts of pain through me. I looked back at the pack house. It was a nightmare.Flames were licking at the upper windows. In the courtyard, the scene was one of pure, unadulterated chaos. Tyler and Skylar were there, they were still fighting. They were covered in blood from head to toe and their clothes were shredded. They were surrounded by at least a dozen men, silver-tipped spears and electrified batons flashin

Aliyah's POV The morning sun filtered through the tall, arched windows of the Rising Moon History Department, casting long, golden bars across the mahogany floor. For the first time in months, the air didn’t feel heavy today. It smelled like old books, expensive cologne, and safety.Or maybe because I felt good. We still had Dahlia, Chase and Leah issues but I still felt good. In fact I felt one of the happiest I had ever felt in my entire life. Tyler had been gone for three days on urgent pack business at the border, leaving me in the quiet, steady care of Skylar. And "care" was an understatement.I sat in the back of the lecture hall, taking notes on the Great Lunar History, but my pen hadn't moved in ten minutes. My eyes were locked on Skylar. He stood at the podium, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the strong, corded muscles of his forearms as he gestured toward a map. He looked every bit the polished professor, but every few minutes, his emerald eyes would drift f

Aliyah's POV The morning sun felt warmer than usual, or perhaps it was just the residual glow from the night I had spent wrapped in Skylar’s arms. My body felt different, lighter, sated, and humming with a new, permanent connection to the Alpha who had finally claimed me. As I stood in the grand kitchen of the Blood Bane pack house, wearing one of Skylar’s oversized dress shirts, I couldn't stop the giddy smile from tugging at my lips.The heavy front doors groaned open. My heart skipped. I knew that scent anywhere– woodsy and intoxicating. "Tyler!" I cried out, abandoning my coffee.I bolted toward the foyer. Tyler stood there, his long black hair slightly unraveled from its low bun, looking worn out from the long journey but he was my annoying and favourite Beta. When his emerald eyes landed on me, they softened instantly."Aliyah," he breathed, dropping his duffel bag with a heavy thud.I didn't hesitate. I threw myself at him, my arms locking around his neck. He caught me easily

Aliyah's POV The air in the Silver Haven outskirts was thick with the scent of damp pine and the coming storm. I wrapped Skylar’s oversized jacket tighter around my frame, my skin still tingling from the residual chaos of the Council Hall. My mind was a battlefield, caught between the image of Skylar’s cold, Alpha fury and the raw, bleeding resentment in Tyler’s eyes."Aliyah! Over here!"I spun around, my hand instinctively flying to my racing heart. Becca stood near the mouth of the grove, her slight frame nearly swallowed by the shadows of the hanging branches. She looked frantic, her eyes darting toward the distant lights of the Rising Moon campus."Becca? What are you doing out here? It’s nearly curfew, and with Dahlia lurking–""I found it, Aliyah," she whispered, rushing forward to grab my wrists. Her hands were ice cold, shaking with a kind of energy that made my inner wolf prick its ears in unease. "The thing Dahlia is using to bypass the wards. I know where she’s hiding. I

Skylar’s POV"You’re brooding again, Skylar. It doesn't suit an Alpha who’s supposed to be showing that he deserves his position more than his brother."I didn’t turn around. I didn’t need to. The scent of sandalwood and pine announced Tyler’s presence long before he stepped into the dim light of my study. I remained by the window, my hands clasped behind my back, staring out at the Silver Haven skyline. The moon was waning, the silver light cutting sharp angles across the Deville estate."I’m not brooding, Tyler," I said, my voice as cold and precise as a blade. "I’m calculating. There is a difference.""Right. Calculating how to keep your throne now that I’ve officially put the Council on notice?" Tyler let out a short, dry laugh. I heard the clink of glass against glass; he was helping himself to my twenty-year-old scotch. "The pack is whispering, brother. They saw Aliyah come back half-dead. They saw Dahlia’s failure. And they saw me stand up when you were too busy playing the sto