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"ASLAN!" Marquess Aslan, who had just received the emergency distress signal alongside that guttural, panicked shout from his lover, dropped the documents in his hand without a glance. He exploded out of his study window. In a flash of raw power, two massive white wings burst from his back, beating the air furiously as he rocketed toward his lover's location.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

I tightly clenched my teeth, forcefully swallowing the blood down, refusing to let Marcus see me show any pain or weakness. “I don't need that book,” I thought coldly, forcing the golden light in my veins to stay hidden. “I already lived this year. I remember every single word of this l Just then, the heavy wooden door opened, and Professor Pendelton walked into the room. He was an older, distinguished beta man with sharp eyes. He stopped, looking at the pile of black ash on the floor, and then looked at Marcus and me. "What happened here?" the professor asked, his voice strict.

Joseph was rich, handsome, and young. That was why I had no idea he was Joseph Evergreen. I was on pins and needles. I slept with my Professor? My favorite writer? And thought he was a callboy? As he scanned the room, his gaze met mine. But as quickly as he looked at me, he looked away. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. I was sitting kind of far away and I was wearing different clothing. “I am Professor Joseph Evergreen, a fantasy novelist. I’m sure you are eager to get started. Firstly, I’d like to start off by explaining that I only accept the best writers and those who work the hardest to participate in this course.”

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

But I wasn’t done. “I was hoping Professor Alester might’ve given you a crash course,” I added, half-laughing at the thought. “But I guess he failed you there.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “Alester? The guy who specializes in terrifying first-years with campfire stories and urban legends? What exactly was he supposed to teach me?” I gave her a nod, acknowledging the absurdity—at least from her side of the veil. My fingers brushed the back of her hand, slow and deliberate.

Professor Morsa's face was still quite pale and mentally tired. Professor Morsa is the one who teaches the subject Of Werewolf Magic Analysis. Because they hadn't received new books and modules, Hana, Henry, and Jackson didn't carry any items. Even so, Professor Morsa didn't say a word to them until the end of the session. They don't know how Sir. Powen convinced Professor Morsa, but he hadn't accepted Hana, Henry, and Jackson's presence in the class. The first class at D.Ruck ended in boredom and frustration.

"Yes. By the way, what's your name?" "Althea." I answered and looked as he extended a hand. I took it for a handshake but immediately withdrew it before he could speak. "Nice to meet you, Althea. My name is Alas." I just smiled at him and adjusted myself to look straight ahead since the professor had just come in, but I felt him lean closer. "It’s a boring subject, so I am pleased to sit beside an interesting female rather than thread this class for the next hour on my own."

said professor can with a forced smile and a trembling tone in fear . " Don't you already know that she is a human ?! " said Eskylrious . " Yes , I know my lord ! That's why I think it is for the best if she joins the royal academy . It will be a great example to the other noble students and it will encourage them to become better than what they already are ." said professor Can . " You are so smart yet sometimes you make me wonder whether your brain is as big as a chicken's ! " said Eskylrious with a serious expression .