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My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 158
ALEXANDER. The pain of submission was a thousand white-hot spears puncturing my skin every second. I could barely see the road. My body felt like it was being unmade from the inside out, but I didn't stop. I had knelt. I had submitted to a weak wolf. I had invited this agony.But the physical torture was nothing compared to the mental image of Lena. She was gone. She had severed the bond, and now she was heading into the arms of another man. The thought of Ken touching her, mounting her, was driving me into a state of pure insanity. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather began to peel and shred under my fingers.Inside me, my wolf was whimpering. The loss of his dominion felt like an amputation.“No!” he growled, the sound echoing in my skull, but the rejection hit him like a physical blow, slamming him back into the dark.“We are rejected,” I gasped out, my eyes burning with tears I refused to shed. “She isn’t ours anymore!” I repeated the words, trying to force
My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 157
LENA. “He let me reject him,” I said.Mom turned over her shoulder, her hands freezing mid-air over the stove. She stared at me as if I had suddenly started speaking a language she didn't understand.“He submitted to you?” she asked. I simply nodded.The pan in her hand hit the counter with a loud clatter, but she didn't even flinch. She stepped toward me, her eyes searching mine. “Tell me something, Lena. He knelt? On both legs, in front of you? He actually submitted?”“Mom, I wouldn’t lie about that. He was mean through the whole thing. He spoke to me like he couldn't wait for it to be over. I just... I don’t know why he did it.”Mom leaned against the island, her expression shifting into something like awe. “Taking a rejection from a weaker wolf is a humiliation ritual, Lena. His wolf had to bow to you. Do you realize the pain he had to be in? To give away his dominance like that... it’s like pulling a fish out of water. It goes against everything he is.”I looked away. I could
My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 156
LENA. “He let me reject him,” I said.Mom turned over her shoulder, her hands freezing mid-air over the stove. She stared at me as if I had suddenly started speaking a language she didn't understand.“He submitted to you?” she asked. I simply nodded.The pan in her hand hit the counter with a loud clatter, but she didn't even flinch. She stepped toward me, her eyes searching mine. “Tell me something, Lena. He knelt? On both legs, in front of you? He actually submitted?”“Mom, I wouldn’t lie about that. He was mean through the whole thing. He spoke to me like he couldn't wait for it to be over. I just... I don’t know why he did it.”Mom leaned against the island, her expression shifting into something like awe. “Taking a rejection from a weaker wolf is a humiliation ritual, Lena. His wolf had to bow to you. Do you realize the pain he had to be in? To give away his dominance like that... it’s like pulling a fish out of water. It goes against everything he is.”I looked away. I could
My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 155
ALEXANDER. Seeing her draped over Ken ignited a fuse I didn't know was buried in my soul. It wasn't just anger; it was a white-hot volcanic eruption. I didn’t realize I had grabbed her until we were dragging across the floor, away from the office, away from him. The teacher’s startled face blurred past us as she stayed with the kids, but I didn't care.I didn’t stop until the hallway turned into a blur of shadows. I slammed her into the wall, my palms hitting the stone on either side of her head, caging her. My breath came in ragged, jagged hitches, skimming over her skin like a fever.She jerked her head to the side, her lips pressed into a thin, white line.“Kiss me,” I commanded. The image of her mouth hovering over Ken’s burned behind my eyelids like acid. "Kiss me now."“No!” she spat.The word was a spark to a gun powder. My wolf clawed at the underside of my skin, howling to be let out. She was making it impossible to hold back. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it, her ha
My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 154
LENA. “I really like your short hair.”Ken’s voice was oily, slick with a satisfaction that didn't reach me. He ran his fingers through my scalp, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to keep from flinching. His touch felt like cockroaches skittering across my skin dry, invasive, and wrong. But I stayed still. I kept my gaze anchored to the glow of my laptop, forcing myself to navigate the rows of responsibilities on the screen.I never thought a day would come where I’d surrender to a man I didn’t love. I never imagined I’d have to swallow the bile in my throat and pretend that his presence didn't feel like liquid lead coursing through my veins, heavy and toxic.The door swung back, hitting the stopper with a soft thud. Mom stepped into the office, her presence instantly commandng the air. The moment her eyes landed on Ken, a radiant smile transformed her face. She didn't just like him; she championed him. I knew it wasn't because of Ken’s virtue, he wasn't a good person, not really,
My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 153
ALEXANDER. Vivian committed suicide. She wrote a letter that broke everyone around her and me the most. I had never thought that I could feel so much sadness toward a person until I read the content of the letter. It was heart-wrenching. It consumed me entirely and even ate at my soul. "Her last wish is to have a wedding invitation printed and for her death not to be announced for three months at least. And even when we do, she still wants to be seen as a married woman." Her mother uttered, staring at me with a gaze filled with tears. “I am such a bad mother. How come I didn’t know how sad she was all these years? She got cancer at 17. She smiled through the entire thing and I thought that she was just a strong kid not realising she was in pain. She was bullied in school yet she smiled when she returned home.” The tears she was fighting so hard to hide slipped down her cheeks. I forced myself to stay still. Vivian and I worked together for weeks and she was a lovely soul. She smi
My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 96
LENA. “What cost?” I asked as soon as we walked into her living room. I didn't know why I followed her, curiosity I guess. Her living room was quite scanty. There was no television and the painting looked like it was peeling off. Okay, why should I believe her when her house looks like this. Mo
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-29My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 99
LENA. I still couldn't get over the smell of that Alpha. Alpha Royce smelled so good and I swear I could almost think that he was my mate. If I didn't know he was Leilani’s mate, I would think he was mine. Also considering the fact that I eliminated mine, I would never think that he was my mate.
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-29My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 88
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 obsesse
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-28My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. 89
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
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