All Chapters of FORBIDDEN FATE: MY PROFESSORS' MATE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aliyah's POV I looked down at my hands, flexing them. They felt heavy, clumsy, and entirely too quiet. Usually, there was a background hum to my existence, a soft, golden vibration that reminded me I was part of something powerful. Now, I felt like a hollowed-out tree, the core rotted away, leaving only the dry bark behind."That’s impossible," Tyler growled. He stepped toward Skylar, his chest heaving, his emerald eyes flashing a dangerous gold. "Whyte said it was temporary. She said it was a shield, not a weapon. You’re the one who reads all the scrolls, Skylar. Fix this! Tell us you're wrong."Skylar didn't look at Tyler. He didn't even seem to hear him. He was staring at me with a clinical, haunting intensity, his fingers twitching at his sides. "The Zeen physiology is... delicate," he murmured, more to himself than us. "It relies on a constant flow of lunar energy. The Null-Bane didn't just block the flow; it created a vacuum. If the wolf doesn't return within the twenty-four-ho

Aliyah's POV I didn't go back to the medical wing. I didn't go back to the bedroom Skylar had meticulously decorated for me with "historically accurate" tapestries and soft linens. I went to the woods.The Deville estate sat on the edge of a primal forest, a place where the trees were so old they seemed to hold their breath as I passed. In the past, these woods were a sensory overload–the smell of damp earth, the scurry of squirrels, the distant howl of a pack member. Now, it was a map of power.I stopped in a clearing where the moonlight hit the frost-covered grass."Okay," I whispered, my breath hitching in the cold air. "If I’m not a wolf, and I’m not just a human... what am I?"'“You are the silence between the heartbeats,”' the voice echoed. '“Try it. Reach for the shadows, Aliyah. Stop looking for the moon; look at the darkness it creates.”'I closed my eyes. Instead of reaching for that warm, golden spark of the Zeen wolf, I reached for the cold, empty hollow in my chest. I pu

Aliyah's POV The hunger wasn't in my stomach; it was in my soul. It was a cold, screaming vacuum that demanded to be filled, and the woods of Eclipsera no longer felt like a sanctuary, they were a buffet.I crouched behind a rotted oak, my fingers digging into the bark. The wood blackened where I touched it, the life force of the tree spiraling into my skin in thin smoke. I gasped, pulling away, but the power felt like liquid lead in my veins, it felt heavy, dark, and intoxicating.'I’m a monster,' I thought, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. 'I’m not a Zeen anymore. I don’t heal. I drain.'Twigs snapped to my left. My head whipped around, my vision sharpening with a predatory clarity that made my stomach churn. Three of them. I could smell the musk of the Blood Bane pack–Skylar’s men. No, they were 'my' pack too, once. Now, they were just bright, flickering candles in a world I had turned dark."I saw her go this way," a voice grunted. It was Marcus, a young warri

Aliyah's POV Tyler collapsed to his knees, his skin turning a sickly gray as I felt his Beta strength flooding my system, making me feel like a god and a murderer all at once."Let him go, Aliyah!" Skylar commanded, his claws extending as he reached for us both."I... I can't!" I sobbed. The energy was too sweet, too hot. It felt like liquid gold sliding into my veins, filling the hollow ache that Nyla had called the "Grasp."Suddenly, a blur of motion came from my periphery. Nyla didn't use her hands. She swung her staff, the wood whistling through the air, and slammed the butt of it directly into my forearms. The physical shock snapped the connection.I fell backward, hitting the floorboards hard. The golden light vanished, replaced by a suffocating darkness. Tyler slumped forward, his forehead hitting the dusty floor with a sickening thud. He wasn't dead, I could hear his shallow, ragged breathing, but the vibrant spark he usually carried was dim, flickering like a candle in a gal

Skylar's POV The air in the Blood Bane archives was thick with the scent of rotting parchment and the metallic tang of old blood. I slammed a heavy, leather-bound book shut, the dust billowing up in the dim candlelight. My lungs burned, and my head throbbed with a rhythmic, pulsing heat.Empty. Every single record was empty.“Nothing,” I hissed, my voice cracking in the silence of the vault. “Ancient lineage, bloodline mutations, spiritual inversion, not a single damn word on how to reverse a Siphon’s hunger.”I paced the narrow aisle, my boots clicking sharply against the cold stone floor. Desperation was a foul-tasting thing, like copper under my tongue. I didn't care about the ‘Shadow Wolf’ rumors or the Council’s hysterical broadcasts about an apocalypse. I cared about the fact that my weapon was broken.Aliyah wasn't just my mate; she was the key. Without a Zeen wolf's ability to manipulate the pack’s core energy, my plan to dismantle the Blood Bane pack from the inside was noth