On my eighteenth birthday, a mouthwatering scent filled my nostrils and I was shocked when I saw the professor I hated the most was my mate. Returning home, my stepmom said she was going to introduce to me her new husband which shocked me. My father was disabled from a brutal illness yet she wanted to marry another man. When he came in, he turned out to be him. My Mate and My Professor.
View MoreLady Tina grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I shouted as pain radiated through me. Goodness, it hurt so much. I tried holding her hands to soothe the pain but she only pulled harder and it felt like she was pulling my hair from my scalp one after the other.
“Stop, please,” I begged, tears running down both sides of my eyes. “Didn’t I warn you? I told you to never wash the dirty linen with the washing machine. Do you want to infect my clothing!” She tugged at my hair, increasing the pressure of her hands around my hair. Goodness, it hurt so much. “I am sorry,” I begged, sobbing hard. “Your father pees and poos all over the bed linen yet you wash it in the same washing machine I use for my clothes. Are you crazy?” She slapped my face, letting go of my hair and I fell to the floor. “It's cause I am late for school, I am sorry.” I quickly fell to my knees, begging her so she would let me go. “You are stupid. Stupid is what you are. You make excuses for your laziness. The next time you do this Lana, I won't take it easy with you!” She spat before turning around and heading for the door. “And you should come back from school earlier, we are going to be having a visitor. Okay?” She glanced at me and I quickly nodded. Once she was gone, I sighed and sat well on the floor. Tears ran down both sides of my cheeks but I wiped it quickly. Time was far spent and I would be late for the second class, The Professor already hates me. I rushed to my dad’s room with his breakfast. As usual, Dad was seated on the bed, looking into space. He usually said nothing. Dad hasn't said a word since he got into this accident which incapacitated him. The doctor never said that he couldn't speak though. “Dad,” I called. He ignored me. He had always ignored me. Yet, when he looked at me, he glared at me. He hated me, I knew. Mom died while birthing me, and he had always told me it was because of that he married Lady Tina. If only I hadn't been born, he would still have his mate. The day father got into an accident, he was searching for me. I had left home because I couldn't take the hatred from them anymore. I was planning to get killed by a rogue or something heinous. This was why he hated me. Still, I had to take care of him, he was my father. I fed him before going to the kitchen to clear the dishes. By the time I was done and ready for school, time was already far spent. ‘Lana?’ I heard the voice in my head. I ignored it since I was in a rush to get on the bus. This was the last bus to the college and if I didn't get in, I would have to walk to school. “Don’t sit next to me!” An old woman called out when I was going to sit. She rolled her milky eyes before placing her bag on the seat I was going to sit on. I smiled and nodded, taking the standing position. Lady Tina wasn't the only one who hated me. Everyone who knew my story in the pack did. My father was the Beta, hence everyone knew. Everyone hated me for bringing bad luck to my family. They had said, my parents were a happy and romantic couple before I came. The pictures in our storage room were evidence. Finally, I got to school during the second period. ‘Lana!’ I rushed down the hallway, my heart pounding crazily in my chest. I was in deep shit. Mr. Alexander would probably deduct several marks from my already low grades. Pressing my head against the classroom door, I saw him writing on the board, backing the students. Hmm, something smells good. Since he was backing the students, I decided to crawl into the class, this way he wouldn't notice me because the podium on which he stood was tall. Hopefully, my coursemates wouldn't tell on me. I was invincible to them anyway. ‘If they do, I will break their neck!’ Wow, did I just say that? I ignored the thought and set to crawl into the class. On my fours, I opened the door and started to crawl toward the back. Goodness, what was the delicious smell? It invaded my nostrils and made my mouth water. At some point, I forgot I was crawling and turned in the direction the scent was coming from. Why did it smell this good? When I turned, I saw Professor Alexander staring at me with pinched brows. The scent was coming from him. ‘Mate!’ The voice sounded in my head, this time I was able to differentiate it. ‘Lana, it's our mate!’ No. How could he be our mate? What was happening? Why was he staring at me like that? I stared back into his eyes, realizing he had gorgeous sapphire eyes that glinted with silver. They were gorgeous. Goodness, he was handsome. What the hell? What the hell was I thinking?! This was Mr Alexander Roland. How could I think about him like this? ‘Alexander? Hm, I love his first name.’ The voice boomed in my head again, a sultry one. That Wasn't mine. Even my subconscious couldn't be thinking like this. Except… I gasped, covering my mouth as realization set in. ‘Don’t tell me you forgot today is your eighteenth birthday. Lana…’ she called my name sadly. ‘Lana, I am here now. You don't have to face this cruel world alone anymore. I will fight for you. I will help you overcome everything.’ Tears grew in my eyes as she spoke in the back of my mind. Suddenly, it didn't feel lonely anymore. The words were reassuring and I felt loved and wanted - a strange feeling. I had never been wanted. The moment I was born, I was instantly hated and unwanted.LENA. I couldn't be mistaken, it was Alexander but how come he had been with Jenny for the longest time. Even before I had my kids. Jenny once told me she was in love with a guy named Xandy. She told me how she fell in love with him. She also mentioned that he was the one I slept with; the father of my kids. Could it be that Xandy was the father of my kids and also Alexander? My mind spiraled at the thought. It couldn't be right. How was it possible? That I had slept with Alexander that night? If I had, then I would have remembered. His scent would have made me aware that it was him. Plus, the pictures and videos showed didn't tally. Alexander went crazy for years and was in the pack, how could he be in videos and pictures with Jenny? It wasn't making any sense. “Then why has Jenny been running from you and who is this new guy?” My wolf asked. I couldn't respond. I was confused as well. Mom returned to the kitchen, she walked over to the kitchen cabinet and she continued to
LENA. ONE YEAR LATER. “Mom,” I heard Isna call me while I was in the kitchen with my mom. Lucia decided that we were family and we shouldn't be apart. I really needed someone hence our relationship was needed. It had been one year since the issue with Jon Murray. We bought a house on neutral ground and I also changed my workplace. The hospital still reminded me of my past. Alexander’s death. It hasn't been easy moving on, I couldn't. Not when every night I had dreams of him. Wet dreams and whenever I woke up, I found my pussy dripping. Lately, I had been feeling weak and I knew it was the death of my mate that caused it. Anyway, Isna ran into the kitchen while mom was preparing lunch and I was working on my laptop. She carried a pink barbie bag which mommy got her the last time she went to Dubai. She got a set of it for Riana’s and Nathan’s children as well. Riana and Nathan are her kids with Jon Murray. They are really nice and they love Isna and Israel so much. We became
LENA. I went with the policemen, unaware of what was going on. When we arrived, they took me to the interrogation room. There was a man in the room and next to him was a woman, almost wailing. She looked sad and her arms were folded over her chest. Her face looked familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Moreover, I was here for something more important. What the hell was going on?“Do you know this man, Lena?” The police man who took me here asked. I stared at the man, his face looked doomed. As if he already knew his fate and was in fact unredeemable. I shook my head. I had never seen him.“This is the man who hired an assassin to get you killed.” “Please stop, my husband would never do such a thing!” The woman cried, and she wiped her tears again. I turned to the police man. “What are you saying?” I asked, exhausted at this time. I just want to be back in my home, prepare dinner before my kids get back from their nanny’s place. He was a black police officer and he looked
LENA. He stopped breathing. Gone. Dead. My mate. I could feel the tether break. I could no longer smell him. I was staring at the corpse of my mate. No. Oh my god. No. What did I do? Why did I kill him? I moved my legs to him and fell next to him. I grabbed his shirt, and lean the side of my head on his chest, to hear his heart. As expected, he wasn't breathing. I had killed him. I paused. And stared at his lifeless body. He was really gone. My mate was gone. Oh no. I killed him. Tears ran down my cheeks. I sat next to him, cupping his cheeks. In this moment, I remembered who he used to be. My teacher. I watched him from afar when he taught. Even before I knew he was my mate, he always stood out to me. He was handsome. Well-spoken. The best. Even when he made me feel small, I still smiled when I thought about him. In those moments, I never thought that a day like this would come. A day when I would stab him with po
ALEXANDER. Lena. I knew Lena. Because Lena was in my room. “Will you find her for me?” She asked, staring at me. “Will. It. Make. Lady. Happy?” I wondered if it was going to make her happy. Forgive me? Smile at me too? How could she, when the monster was right in the back of my mind. And he was ready to make me do more bad things. Bad things are things that makes people sad. I did bad things. “Yes, to an extent,” she replied. “Lena is in. My. Room,” I said. She lifted her head. She was staring at me. Not two seconds. Not three. Not four. But thirty. I counted. “You don't even remember people’s name, how come you know hers?” She asked. Its Lena. Her name, I could never forget. Her name was Lena. She called herself Lena, that day. “I. Am. Sure.” “I don't believe you. Maybe you now know how to lie.” She looked away. “Or you just want me to help you write .” She lifted her eyes and stared at me. It was as if she was picking up something. “I will help you.
LENA.Alexander didn’t come back to me.No.He left—and never came back. I had prepared it all—his death. It was going to be simple. I had the poison hidden inside my bag, concealed in a syringe filled with liquid death. All I needed was the right moment. The irony was cruel: the man I once obsessed over, the one I had craved for most of my life, was going to die at my hands.Back in high school, I was infatuated with him. Alexander. The golden boy with midnight hair and a jawline sculpted from cold marble. I used to trace his name into my notebooks and imagine the kind of girl he’d fall for. Now, here I was. That girl—grown, bitter, scarred.Still, he was so handsome.Even more than before. But I had failed to read his features correctly, even now. I couldn’t allow a monster like him to pull me back in. Not after everything he had done. Not after all the people he had killed. Not after Phoenix. Not after Austin.I waited all night. Watching the door. My heart stiff with anticipation.
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