Professor Lupin Wolf Novels & Stories

Clara felt like she stepped into a time warp. "Since you're a...new wolf you will be at the bottom," Roxy said. "Sorry about that, but maybe someday a solider will take interest in you, then you could move up." "Or you could get pregnant," Nicole added. "Yeah!" Roxy didn't hide her excitement. "When you're pregnant and have a young kid the Alpha takes pity on you, but unless the father is someone important once your kid is a teenager you lose the respect again." Clara's mouth hung open. She had a Master's degree in art preservation. These women seemed to think getting pregnant was a respectable way to get ahead.

Maybe he had a head injury too. "So, Nathan, is Lila your mate?" Carr looked at the blond giant, still staring at Lila. "Yes, Sir, I believe so." He seemed like he could barely believe it himself. She was the most beautiful wolf he'd ever seen. Her blond coloring was exactly the same as his. Their cubs would be spectacular. And her scent, eucalyptus and sage, made his mouth water and his cock hard as a rock! He just couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Of course, I found out just in time how even that trust could be a lie. As the professor went into detail of the kind of power each person could receive and the change it meant for each of their wolves, I tried to concentrate as best I could. It was a good thing I had such a vast amount of knowledge on the subject, though because Kade seemed intent on staring at me once Professor Alden started writing on the board. It was starting to get to the point I felt like he was trying to bore holes through me with his gaze. Fed up, I looked to him and whispered, “Can I help you?”

He smiled at me. When the door opened suddenly, "Young Master EL!" It's Lupoz, and someone else was with him. A face I've never seen before but he looked like the Grand Alpha. EL looked at them. "Just wait when my father returns, all of you will be punished." "Young Lord, we are doing what we know is best so this false scientist would finish the cure for your people as soon as possible." "Oh." EL's response was intended to mock Lupoz. "Thank you for your concern towards us, the werewolves, but do you really think that what you're doing is helping the situation?!” His scream rumbled the four walls, enough to make Lupoz lower his head.

Lucian Varkas, Heir to the Star Pack. The room went blank. I could no longer see the other students; I couldn't feel Rowan’s strong presence radiating from behind me, nor could I see the professor coming to see us. All I saw was him. He was tall, as all male wolves were. Black shaggy hair, green piercing eyes, and pale skin that seemed to be at odds with the rest of his body. He met my glare head-on, never blinking. His hands were balled into fists, his mouth was clenched so hard I'm sure he'd cracked a molar, and a strand of sweat trickled down the side of his face. All the telltale signs that he was trying to control his shift.

I did, I breathed— "Now explain what's going on." "When I was driving, I saw a huge wolf on the road." He didn't seem surprised. "I know there are wolves, but you're safe here; they won't harm you." I didn’t understand why he spoke with such confidence. He knew there were enormous wolves around here, close to this place, and he acted like it was nothing. I didn’t understand. I looked around, toward the forest, feeling insecure. I felt like I was being watched, as if something or someone was there, watching us.

Black wolf with the gift of fire. Naturally, my exile into the routine of paperwork did not go unpunished for him. Just a harmless joke from me, Inari, in the form of plush bunny ears on the headband. I would like to see how he is so serious, and even in a business suit, appears "on the carpet" with the new boss and my nice little present. A wolf in sheep's clothing... ha... ha...

Thinking I had misheard, I grabbed the guy's arm and asked, "What did you say? He doesn't take she-wolves anymore? But Professor Locke never discriminated against she-wolves!" The young male wolves were startled by my reaction. They exchanged looks. "You really aren't his student if you don't even know gossip this huge. Professor Locke used to have a favorite she-wolf student. He originally wanted to train her to be a top researcher in the herbology world. But who would have thought that halfway through, she'd drop out and mate with some playboy alpha? It turned Professor Locke into a laughingstock in the academic community. Ever since then, he completely stopped taking she-wolf students."

“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.

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.