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Chapter 32 : Unrestrained Anger
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Fated to My Professor Chapter 33 : Strictly Business
TristanI sat stiffly in the back seat of the car as Astrid drove us back towards Bridgewater. I wanted nothing more than to be home. I was appalled by the way that little bastard had talked to her and I was worried that the slightest push would send me over the edge. My wolf wanted blood. It took everything in me not to rip that worm's throat out. If Astrid hadn’t touched my arm and brought me back to myself, I would have done it. Eddie wasn’t going to be enough to stop me. There was only one other time I could remember feeling this kind of anger and, back then, I was too young to do anything about it. After my father and older brother were killed in the Lunar Battle, my mother and I moved in with my grandmother. My grandmother was a tall, slim, soft spoken woman with big brown eyes and pure white hair. She was friendly with everyone and worked at the local library. She loved her job and I gave her a lot of credit for being the one to instill a love of learning in me. It
Fated to My Professor Chapter 34 : Distant Dreams
Astrid Once we were back in Bridgewater, I dropped Tristan off outside of his apartment. He was oddly quiet and avoided my eyes when he said goodbye. It left a sour taste in my mouth, but after how things went with Charles, I figured he just needed space to cool off. “It’ll be fine,” Eddie assured me as we drove back to the packhouse. “I know,” I said. I didn’t believe it, though. “Thank you for coming with me.” “No problem,” he replied. “I’m glad I could help.” It felt like something had shifted between Tristan and I during the long, quiet drive back to Bridgewater. Tristan had been so angry when we left the apartment. I had expected him to vent, or even argue with Eddie about what happened. Instead, he just looked out the window. I should have thanked him. I was kicking myself for not trying to talk to him about what happened. I was just shaken up by it. When we got back to the packhouse, Eddie insisted on carrying my bags back in for me. I didn’t argue. I just picked
Fated to My Professor Chapter 35 : Moving Forward
AstridI sat up and tried to shake off the cloudy feeling in my mind. The knock on the door came again. It wasn’t loud or demanding, but it was insistent. Pretending that I was asleep probably wouldn’t work. “Yes?” I called out. I grabbed Tristan’s jacket from where it was lying on the bed and quickly shoved it into my shoulder bag. I didn’t want anyone to see a man’s jacket in my room and get the wrong idea. The last thing I needed was for someone to get it into their head that I was sneaking guys into my room. Life was complicated enough without that. “Are you awake?” my dad asked. “Yeah,” I called back. “Come in.” The door opened immediately and he walked into the room. He closed the door, then looked at me. My heart sank. I could tell immediately that something was wrong. Dad’s eyes were stormy and he was avoiding making direct eye contact with me. Did Eddie tell him the truth about what happened? If dad had grilled him about it, I wouldn’t blame him for coming cle
Fated to My Professor Chapter 36 : Seeing Red
AstridThe rumors about Tristan were all I had been able to think about since last night. The more I thought about the impact that stupid kiss was having on Tristan, the angrier I got. I tried everything that I could to distract myself, but nothing worked. When I came down for breakfast in the morning, Eddie was drinking his coffee in the kitchen. He took one look at me and knew that something was wrong. “What happened?” he asked with concern. I groaned and slumped against the kitchen island. “I messed everything up.”“What?” he pressed, setting down his mug slowly. “Did that jerk call you again?” I shook my head. “No, not Charles. Tristan. I messed everything up for Tristan.”Eddie shook his head and lifted his mug back to his lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I sighed. I needed to clear my head. I was so mixed up and overwhelmed I was finding it hard just to keep my words in the right order. I looked around to make sure we were alone and then let it out
Fated to My Professor Chapter 37 : Staying Away for Good
TristanI stood outside of the Dean’s office and stared at the door. I couldn’t bring myself to knock yet. The email that he sent to summon me here was brief and gave me absolutely no indication of what was about to happen. I didn’t know what exactly Lilian had done, so I didn’t know what I was about to face. I had hoped that I would have more time to prepare for this. I knew that it was coming, so I shouldn’t have felt so caught off guard. I should have been able to steel myself for the fallout. My wolf was still worked up from dealing with Charles. The rage that had overcome me in that apartment was frightening. I felt like a man possessed. Now, I just felt tired. I knocked on the door. “Come in,” Dean Parker called. I walked in and closed the door behind me. The Dean stood from his desk when he saw it was me. He was a tall, slim man with sandy hair and blue eyes. Right now, his eyes were troubled. He smiled thinly at me. “Good morning, Dr. Ward,” he greeted. I wal
Fated to My Professor Chapter 38 : Giving Up Everything
AstridI was hardly able to sleep the night after I learned about the ethics investigation. I felt so guilty about everything. I thought about confessing to my dad all night. If I told him the truth about what happened, he would understand that Tristan hadn’t done anything wrong. I couldn’t do it though. I just didn’t know how he was going to react. He might be angry with me for hiding it, or he might be mad at Tristan for rejecting me. We had enough going on. Tristan and I were both dealing with so much, I didn’t want to pile anything else on top of it. I skipped breakfast the next morning and even though dad wasn’t happy about it, he didn’t pressure me. I spent the rest of the morning in my room. I felt like a petulant child, or a depressed teenager, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be alone. The confrontation with Charles kept playing in my head over and over again. The fear that he’d shown when Tristan had threatened him was undoubtedly real, but then there was that s
Fated to My Professor Chapter 39 : What I Want
AstridTristan wasn’t teaching on Monday or Tuesday. I had no idea where he was. I was worried about him. Word had made it around campus that he was under investigation. I was only a little relieved that most of the conversations I had overheard were people in disbelief that Tristan would have actually done anything inappropriate with a student. However, that wasn’t much comfort when he was missing. I was conflicted. He might just want some space from everything, but he also might need support. I didn’t want him to think that he was on his own. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to face it alone, especially when it was mainly my fault he was in this position. I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I could do to help. I wasn’t even sure if he would want to hear from me at all. As I was leaving class on Tuesday, Lilian smirked at me. Her expression was so smug and self satisfied that it took every ounce of my self control not to slap the smile off of her face. When I got home
Fated to My Professor Chapter 40 : Alone
AstridI was still gathering my paperwork when my dad came into the library. I started to greet him, but then I noticed the look on his face. He wasn’t quite angry, but it was clear that he was unhappy about something. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Nothing,” he replied unconvincingly. “I just wanted to see how the meeting went.” “Great,” I answered. “We made a lot of progress. Tristan is going to set up a meeting with the head of the financial aid department so we can finalize a few things. It won’t be much longer before we’re ready to announce the program. Why?” “How was Dr. Ward?” he asked. There was a strange quality to his voice. I was starting to get the feeling that he wasn’t a big fan of Tristan, but I had no idea why. I stared at him in confusion. I didn’t expect him to ask about Tristan. I didn’t think that he cared. “Why?” I asked suspiciously. He sat at the table and looked at the stack of papers. “What do you think of him?” he pressed. I frowned at him in con
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