All Chapters of The Alpha Professor and His Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sun was setting as Marcella walked towards the bar on Tuesday evening, her heart heavy with disappointment. She had been hoping to see Professor Lucas at the bar the previous night, but he had never shown up. As she walked, her mind drifted back to their last interaction. Maybe he didn't even remember her name, let alone care about seeing her again. Marcella felt foolish for getting her hopes up, and she couldn't help but feel like she was just setting herself up for disappointment. She had thought that maybe he might come around, but now, she couldn't help but wonder if it had all been in her head.Taylor Swift's Love story was blasting off the earphones plugged into her ears and she couldn't help but wish she had her own magical love story too. But who was she kidding, she wasn't going to get a happily ever after with a Prince because she wasn't even princess material, not with her sorry excuse of a hair. She chuckled at her self deprecating thoughts as the next song came on; Ta

Marcella's breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she couldn't believe her eyes. He was here, again. In this bar.The first thought that ran through her mind was that he remembered her name. And the way he had whispered it, in that husky voice of his into her ears, had heat curling low in her belly. Even though she reasoned that it was most likely because of how loud the music in the bar was and the chatter of the patrons all around them, his voice had sounded sinfully delicious."I-I'm s-sorry Professor. I d-didn't see you there," she managed to say even though her voice came out breathlessly. "It's okay, Miss Marcella. Accidents happen. Just try to be more careful next time. As much as I want to, I might not always be around to catch you." He finished as he held her with a steady gaze.Did he just say he wanted to always be around her or was she reading too much into his words? She felt heat rise to her cheek as she practically melted on the inside, feeling giddy with joy.E

Big Ben was expertly placing a slice of citrus by the side of a drink she believed belonged to Mr Bolton. Tucking in a curl behind her ears, she gestured at the cup, "is it ready?" His affirmative nod had her picking up the glass and carefully placing it on a tray to go serve her customer. She also avoided looking in the direction she knew her professor currently was.Fixing the practised smile on her face, she arrived at his table, setting his drink in front of him with careful ease. "There you go," she said, trying to sound confident. "One aunt roberta, just like you ordered."It seemed he was on a call as he kept humming his reply to whoever was on the other side with a slight frown on his face. "Well I wouldn't be too worried about that. Maybe they got wasted and passed out in a dump somewhere. They'll show up soon enough," he said in reply to his caller.Esmeralda had told her to always wait behind after serving a customer to be sure they didn't need anything else and also ensu

“Have I ever dreamt of having sex with a wolf?” Gina asked with a bewildered look on her face.“No, I mean have you ever had... a sexual dream? You know, the kind that makes you wake up all wet and hot?” Marcella asked, keeping her focus on the laptop in front of her.They had been given an assignment to cover the coming Annual Willowdale's Founder's Day and had agreed to meet in the school library to brainstorm ideas when Marcella had blurted out her question. Which she was now ignoring because of the look Gina was currently giving her. “Well, yeah, of course I’ve had wet dreams,” she answered as she rummaged through her bag for her phone. “The first wet dream I ever got was I think in junior high.” “Really? That early?” Marcella perked up at that as she thought that maybe, she wasn't crazy. Well except for the wolf part.“Boys aren’t the only ones who get perverted thoughts, you know.” she replied with a slight smirk on her face.True, but Marcella usually kept such thoughts loc

Bolton was seated on a metal chair which doubled as an examination table in a well-lit laboratory, his chest exposed and wearing only blank pants as strange-looking implants lay visible underneath his skin. The doctor, a tall and burly half-man, half-wolf, with thick dark fur for skin and sharp claws for fingernails moved around in his white lab coat mixing different chemicals and sniffing them, his nose twitching as he worked.Bolton had once asked him why he couldn't revert back to his human form and found out Dr Charles had been testing some drugs on himself to find a cure for the rare werewolf sickness that plagued their kind after he had lost his mate to it. He had been able to keep himself alive but had lost some of the genetic composition of his human side so he was stuck in his wereshift form.His mind drifted to a time in his life when he had almost died, if not for Dr Charles. Watching him work, he knew the man was an extremely intelligent scientist and doctor and was also a