Professor Lupin Novelas e Histórias

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

It was as if they came looking for us. "Thank God," Professor Ravencrest let out a sigh of relief. His amber eyes swept over me, searching for any sign of harm. "Are you hurt?" His voice was filled with curiosity and concern that matched his eyes as they locked with mine. "I'm fine, but there was someone upstairs, a woman. She knew my name and knew I was there." The shared glances between Professor Ravencrest and Professor Cross spoke of something I wasn't privy to. "We need to get you somewhere safe first," Professor Ravencrest said in a swift voice as his hand instinctively moved to my arm.

In anger, he raised his right hand to strike me with a punch. "Don't!" The MC commanded him. "She..." He pointed towards my direction. "She's a virgin hybrid, who holds the key to the sacred. She is also the last remaining lupine of her kind. Claiming her as yours guarantees beautiful offsprings, accessing the magical, and a free showcase of endless magic..." Before he could even finish speaking, the men were already bidding. "Twenty million dollars!" "Thirty million dollars!" "Forty two million dollars!" More and more kept coming, until something strange happened.

“I met with Professor Anderson Pym to discuss my study plans. He was the only professor who responded to dozens of emails I sent to several different professors. How about you? Who is your mentor?” “Wait, you emailed them? Didn't they email you?” Scott chuckled dryly as he chewed his crunchy pie crust. “Never in history has a professor emailed a student to offer to be their mentor. They are super busy. They never even memorize the names and faces of each student.” "But I think the professors will email us after seeing the study plan we submitted on the campus website. I got an email from Professor Simmon Kendrick about two months ago.” “Who? Professor Kendrick? Are you kidding me?”

The sprawling campus seemed overwhelming, its tall, stately buildings buzzing with students hurrying off to their classes. It was a new beginning, yet her mind was preoccupied with one thing. Noah. He wasn’t just Noah here. He was Professor Alabaster. She couldn’t let anyone know about the secret they shared, the dangerous line they walked. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag, willing herself to focus on something other than the magnetic pull of her forbidden relationship. She was a college student now, and today, she would meet new people, sit through her first lectures, and blend in as if her life wasn’t a tangled web of desire and deception.

That must be her dominant side. The door opened, revealing our Professor. He was not what I expected. His thin lips, long hair tied in a band, hard eyes, chiseled jaw, thick muscles, and a scar directly beneath his left eyebrow. He was jaggedly handsome, but I couldn't help but think of a certain man with raven hair when I looked at him. A smile played on my lips as I thought about my mate Alpha Lorenzo. Just then the Professor blew his whistle, “Gather around everyone let’s get to work,” his voice boomed which had everyone moving quickly. I scrambled to the front to get a good look at him and hear what he had to say.

“I did it,” Christopher tried to tame his excitement as he walked into the multinational-standard laboratory his government had been secretly equipping. “I actually did it.” He glanced at the three he-wolves strapped to the stretchers. “Professor, how do we keep Rune alive?” The professor, a middle-aged man maddened by science and technology, swirled his chair to face Christopher. “Pres, you are here. Liquid is in prep right now.” Christopher rushed a breath out of his soul. The professor’s lingo was always changing, the only constant was how difficult it was to understand him. “Liquid? What liquid?”

“You being new, young, and, well… everything else—it’s bound to ruffle some feathers.” I took a slow sip of my coffee, letting her words sink in. “Everything else?” Morgan tilted her head, studying me for a moment. “You know,” she gestured vaguely, “working at Lupine Moon is a dream come true for anyone in the Circling Packs. And this position? Even more of a dream. Most professors here come from old families or have top qualifications from prestigious universities. And you… well.” Her tone wasn’t judgmental—just factual. I kept my expression neutral. “I see.”

This was the first time she was noticing him since she stepped in and for the next few seconds, she found herself unable to take her eyes off me. He was incredibly hot. Her gaze shifted back to Artemis who was staring intently at the professor. “You must really like this course, huh?” She tried to start small talk with him. Those steel grey eyes flickered to her for a brief second before shifting back to the professor. Melinda's gaze shifted to the Professor again. The man seemed so engrossed in his teaching. Professor Lucian Meyers. She heard so much about him from the students. He was the only one in the whole of Kingston who dared to stand up to Artemis. In other words, he was a hero.

pushing Rowan and me forward, “This is Rowan and Lyra, and they are humans joining us from Aurelia. They are here to learn, and hopefully, with this class, there can be more diplomacy between our packs and Aurelia.” Her smile was contagious, and I found myself smiling as I looked at her. Boo’s resounded through the class, every single last one of them. Professor Judith looked appalled, outrage rose to the surface, and she slammed the biggest ass ruler I've ever seen on the table with a resounding “Crack” echoing throughout the room. Everyone jumped and became deadly quiet, looking at the Professor, who, on the outside at least, seemed she could never hurt a fly. Where did she grab that ruler