Professor Lupin Novels & Stories

"You've been all glowy since you got back. And Lanvin's been weird too. Like, extra broody. Something happened." "Drop it, Freckles," I said, nudging her shoulder. "Class is starting. Be quiet and listen to the lecture." She pouted but straightened up, flipping open her notebook. "Fine, but I'm not letting this go. You owe me details later." The professor walked in then, a tall, grizzled man with a scar across his cheek. He was droning on about pack history or something. I wasn't really paying attention. My mind kept drifting back to Lanvin's room, the way he'd held me all night. It was messing with my head. My wolf had been quiet since then, but every time I thought about him, she stirred,

Having another Lycan in our territory was unsettling to say the least, especially someone who is actively trying to bring Gavin down. Professor Adams was smiling at me, but his eyes were shining with nerves. I knew he was thinking the same thing. It was nerve-racking having this Lycan here, with the Elite Gamma Force. Especially because it was Gavin who funded the Elites… so, wouldn’t it make more sense for Gavin to be here instead? “This is the Judy Montague you were speaking about?” Levi asked, his voice deep and raining with authority. “Yes, Alpha,” Professor Adam’s said. “She’s one of my most prized students.”

“Sure. What do you need?” “I’m interested in Professor Elena Thompson’s lectures,” Ren said smoothly. “She gave a fascinating talk this morning, and I’d like to know if she’s teaching any upcoming seminars or classes that are open to visitors.” The man smiled, clearly pleased by the interest. “Professor Thompson does have a talent for captivating an audience,” he said. “She’s leading a seminar on comparative mythology next week. It’s a bit niche, but if you’re interested in folklore, it’s worth attending.”

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“Charges? And who dares press a charge against the queen bee? You actually stood there and believed them?” “Alice—” “Have you gotten yourself another job lined up, Mr. Dean?” Alice folded her arms, her glare darting from me to the remaining boys, and then back to Professor Lucian. The professor’s expression remained perfectly calm. He wasn't fidgeting like I was. Alice clearly wasn't aware of my bond with the J4s, nor did she know that Professor Lucian was related to them—and she definitely didn't know we were all werewolves. At least, I was certain she didn't.

My toes curled at the mention of his wolfthat other side of him I had only glimpsed before: the golden eyes, the sharp canines, the ragged breaths, and the dominating possessiveness. “Question three: what do scholars refer to that wolf as?” he continued, stroking my G-spot. I reached behind me and unzipped his pants, needing to feel his thick, veiny cock in my hand. He grunted as I wrapped my fingers around him. I moaned at the tips of his teeth gliding across my neck. “Lupa. They called her lupa. Lupus in Latin.” “Clara is learning,” Professor Vance praised, pulling his fingers from my pussy and rubbing the head of his cock against me to coat it.

Then the server came to take our order. Professor Reed barely looked at the menu before ordering the roasted squash tart, black pepper pasta, lemon-butter trout, and blood orange panna cotta. My fingers stopped against my water glass. I had mentioned all of those. Two months ago, when my thesis had nearly driven me insane, I sent my anonymous boyfriend a screenshot of this faculty club’s seasonal menu. If I survive this thesis, I’m coming here for the trout and that blood orange dessert. He replied almost immediately. Noted. When we meet, I’ll take you there.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE ~DAPHNE~ I decided that I was going to report Yolanda and Yasmine’s attempt to drown me. They need to pay for what they had done but firstly, I needed to speak to Professor Raven after the first period. She seems nice, plus as a woman, I felt she’d be able to advise me better. Right now, I was looking forward to Professor Blowfish’s class which only happens on Fridays. From what I have heard, he is one of the best healers in the universe and was known to have healed wounded wolves and brought them back to life.

He was trying to act like he didn't care, but his eyes were full of fire. I reached for my chalkboard. I like the view here, I wrote. Huxley chuckled. "A woman of few words. I like that. But I prefer to hear a lady’s voice. Tell me, is the Professor treating you well? Does he let you leave the house?" I just pointed to the "Junior Fellow" badge on the table. "He’s very protective of his work," Huxley said, looking at Caspian. "Maybe too protective. You know, Blackwood, there are rumors that this isn't a research project at all. People are saying you’re just hiding a scandal."

Nathan could hardly believe his eyes. He was still holding the brochure he’d casually picked up at the entrance. His hands trembled as he unfolded it. Printed boldly on the page was Lucas’s photo and name. Beneath it read: Lucas Hart — Renowned professor, scholar, researcher, and expert in the field of new energy studies. Doctoral and postdoctoral advisor. There was an entire paragraph of additional credentials and achievements, but Nathan couldn’t bring himself to read any further. Piper snatched the brochure from him.