Is Aslan The Professor Novels & Stories

The man is a fucking Lycan for crying out loud and my professor, apparently. "Good day class, this course is titled Classics of Lykae History, and I am your professor, Kael Aspen." He pauses briefly, his blue orbs scanning the rows of students seated before before continuing, "There are no rules that you must follow in this lesson, you may take questions or share the knowledge you wish, I would appreciate constructive comments and help during the discussion time.. Strictly during the discussion time." I bring out my notepad and a pen, trying to focus. I have to focus. It does not matter that my husband is my professor, I have to listen and know these things. This is why the King enrolled me

"Your slave did not fail in one's mission, master," the professor was kneeling down on the floor in front of the man who was sitting and drinking wine. "I commend you slave," the man praised the professor. "Master, may I be bold to ask for something?," the professor asked humbly. "Say it," the man said. "I wish for this man captured master as he is my mortal enemy," the professor said as he produced the image of Gary. But before the man could answer there were footsteps approaching from the hallway.

We were in a room full of humans who had no idea what was happening, and they couldn't afford to stare into each other's eyes for hours. The professor blinked, coming out of the trance in which he was a victim. He tried to continue with the class normally, but I noticed that he was super attentive to each of my friend's gestures. He started with the introductions, although something told me that this was not exactly what he had planned. I knew he did it just for Ainsley. He wanted to learn more about her. Frowning, I analyzed his every move. Something about him didn't please me, not at all. Why would a sorcerer be connected to a human? It did not make sense!

I respond frowning. A student of mine? I wondered what would have pushed senior students to fight. Which honestly, is a shame. They are going to be hearing from me. I close the distance to the HOD’s office and frown as I walk into Giana Salvatore and her two friends whom I don’t regard. My brain searched for Arlette before even spotting her at the edge of the room, sitting on a chair, her clothes dirty. “What the fuck happened here?” I shoot out giving a head nod at Professor Taylor in salutation.

“Close the door.” I did. The lock clicked. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. I stayed standing. “What do you want?” Marcus finally met my eyes. “You’ve been a good earner, Nyx. But your professor friend? He's in trouble. Been sniffing around my books for weeks. Asking questions. Threatening my operation.” I swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed short, ugly. “Sure you don’t. But here’s the deal: you feed me everything he tells you.

“No matter what, thank you for standing up for me. As your professor, it’s only fair that I reward you.” I exhaled in relief. “No need, Professor! It’s what students should do anyway…” “You do deserve it.” He picked up the phone on the desk, his gaze deep and unreadable. “Are you hungry? I will get you a sausage.” I froze for a second and then nodded frantically. As long as he didn’t make a big deal out of it, I’d eat anything—even metal if he handed it to me! “Thank you, Professor! I want the biggest one!”

His expression was composed and professionally neutral with absolutely nothing in it that the room could read as anything other than a professor catching a student off-task. I knew better. "No, Professor Sullivan," I said. "Good." He turned back to the board. "Since you're clearly across the material, perhaps you can continue from here." He held the marker out toward the room without turning. "Come and show us the next stage of the cycle." Forty pairs of eyes on me. Elias beside me was going very still, which I suspected was guilt. I closed my notebook, stood then walked to the front. I got this, I am fine, am I?

He laughed again and jokingly elbowed me. I chuckled while nodding my head. "Noted." We talked for a bit while waiting for the professor to come in and class to start. She was very enthusiastic. He even told me that he bumped into a handsome man yesterday who was a native English speaker, like a Fil-Am freshman at school. He was thrilled while telling the story. "... because it's not him, I know that he's handsome but his face is very common? Just, ! He is so handsome. Maybe he's even more handsome than the international models—” he stopped what he was saying when the whole class suddenly fell silent.