Professor Lupin Novels & Stories

He looked clean, stylish in a black short-sleeve knit polo and smooth pants. I swallowed, as I saw his eyes on me and I could swear the side of his lips raised in a taunt. He was telling me he knew me, and I was in his bed last night. But what could be doing here? The next second, Lynn shot up to his feet, already storming toward Ron, face red with anger. However, Ron stood in the middle of the class, a bright smile on his face. He opened his mouth, his eyes looking over Lynn toward the whole class, “I'm Professor Ron, and this is my PSY class.”

The professor was talking about the origins of the first Werewolf Packs, their alliances with the moon goddess, and the rise of Alpha bloodlines. Lily had always been a history freak, and the study of werewolf history had been one of the most interesting subjects she had ever encountered. She was so immersed in her notes that she almost didn’t notice the door opening. A loud voice echoed through the classroom, disrupting the flow of the lecture. "My bad, professor," the voice said with a distinct, unapologetic tone. Lily’s head snapped up, and for a moment, her eyes locked onto the door. Her breath caught in her throat.

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”

Sophia glanced at the woman, who now seemed fully engaged, and continued, “What also stands out to me about Lerudia is the faculty. The professors here are not just educators—they are pioneers and leaders in their respective fields. I did a lot of research about the faculty members in my chosen field, and I was amazed to see how many of them are published authors, renowned researchers, and award-winning professionals. For instance, Professor Eleanor Hart, who teaches Environmental Policy, has been an advisor to international climate change organizations and has authored books that I have read and admired. The opportunity to learn from someone like her, to engage in discussions and debates un

Alex's eyes sparkled even brighter as he nodded vigorously, his gaze filled with determination. At that moment, Professor Eslite turned back to Alice and continued, "By the way, Alice, there's someone I'd like to introduce to you. He could potentially become one of your future investors. This is Louis; you might have heard of him. Louis, this is Alice, the scientist I mentioned earlier. She's exceptionally talented! You'll be amazed when her research project is finally unveiled, though. Unfortunately, I can't reveal any details at this time."

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

I thought Professor Kane was just intense. Brilliant, controlling, impossible to read — the kind of teacher students whispered about but never dared cross. I didn't know "intense" meant a werewolf and I didn’t know “brilliant and controlling” meant alpha of the wolf pack. I didn't know the world he came from had rules that marked me the moment I walked into his lecture hall. And I definitely didn't know that the man grading my papers by day was fighting — every single day — not to claim me. He says I'm his mate. He says it like a warning, not a gift. I don't know what that means yet. But I know I can't stop needing him near me, and I know he's done pretending he'll let me go.

“Cash enough to cover your rent and materials until you can reapply.” Four thousand euros. My brain buzzed, my stomach twisting. Two months of breathing room. “This is insane, you’re my professor…” “In one elective class. Your degree is in physics. I have no influence over your actual program.” He moves closer, his expression unreadable. “This is art, Elena. Academic, professional, nothing more.” “Professional.” I laugh. “Like Tuesday was professional?” “Tuesday was a mistake but this is business.” His eyes hold mine. “I won’t touch you, you’ll pose while I draw, this is a clean transaction, we’ll keep it professional.”

The professor of this particular course talks in a language I don’t seem to always get, I fall asleep in every one of his classes but pass them with sweetness. What is weird here is Syn also hates this class but today he is listening so intently to what the man is saying, why he became a professor is a mystery to me, he is also a royal wolf, meaning he has a very large prestige, the reason he wants to slum it here is beyond me but who cares, I even heard he’s part of the board of directors for the ice sneakers of the university but never shows up at any event. Syn is tapping his leg on the ground and he only does that when he’s worried or scared, okay that’s too much worrying from my side, I