All Chapters of My Billionaire Alpha Professor Is My Secret Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Vivian’s POVNathan's voice was low and rough through my phone, carrying the kind of quiet authority that always made my stomach flutter.I lay beneath the sheets with the phone pressed to my ear, smiling as I listened to him talk about his day. Even after two years of talking almost every day, his voice still had a way of making me feel as though I was the only woman in the world.“You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart,” he murmured.My cheeks grew hot, but I couldn't stop the smile tugging at my lips.Nathan had a way of making me feel special, and hearing how much he cared about me made it difficult to remember that he wasn't actually in the room.“Don't get quiet on me now,” he said, his voice softening. “I want to hear you. Tell me what's going through that beautiful head of yours.”I laughed softly, feeling embarrassed by how easily he could make me blush.“You always know what to say.”“Because every time we talk, you give me another reason to want to keep talking to

Nathaniel's POVFor the hundredth time that morning, I called Vivian, hoping she would answer.The call wouldn't even connect."Fuck!"I hurled my phone onto the couch, sending it bouncing against the cushions.Three fucking days.That was how long it had been since the woman I loved had ended our relationship without an explanation.I'd called, emailed, and searched every platform we'd used to communicate, but nothing worked.Even her profile on the dating application where we'd met had disappeared.It was as though she'd never existed.I kicked the coffee table, sending a crystal vase crashing to the floor."Find her," my wolf growled. "Bring our mate back.""Do you think I haven't been trying?"My wolf snapped his jaws inside my mind, unconcerned with my frustration.He wanted Vivian, and so did I.After ninety-nine failed relationships, I'd finally found a woman who made me believe love could be real.For two years, her laughter had been the highlight of my days, and our late-nigh