All Chapters of The Alpha Professor and His Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lucas stood at the edge of the wilderness, his body glistening with sweat from his early morning run, the rising sun casting long shadows across his hardened features. His transformation from a grieving soul to a person consumed by vengeance had left its mark, evident in the way he now carried himself, the dark intensity in his eyes, and the carefully blank look on his face. He had shed his former self, his once gentle nature now buried deep beneath layers of anguish and regret.Gone was the warmth that once radiated from him and even his mannerisms, too, had taken on a feral quality, a remnant of the months spent trapped in his wolf form, where survival had become instinctual and the animal within had reigned supreme. Even in human form, there lingered a rawness, a primal essence that would set him apart from his fellow beings.There was no room for sentimentality or the luxuries of compassion in his heart now. Only the pursuit of justice, and the thirst for revenge, fueled his every

Marcella sat anxiously in her room, surrounded by a sea of clothes strewn across her bed. She had been pouring over her wardrobe for what felt like hours, desperately seeking the perfect outfit for her date with Carlos.Esmeralda had come over earlier to lend a hand in the decision-making process and her Nana had been thrilled to see that Marcella had more than one friend since it was only Gina she knew as her friend. "I've got it!" Esmeralda exclaimed, holding up a long slightly pale shimmery pink dress. "This one is just perfect! It's very feminine, yet classy, and it'll definitely make an impression on him."She sighed, her fingers running through her hair in frustration as she analysed the outfit. "I don't know, Esme. What if it's too much? What if he thinks I'm trying too hard?"Her friend rolled her eyes playfully. "Trust me, the vibe we're going for is elegant but chic and this fits the memo! We want to make Carlos feel like he is a very lucky guy to have scored a date with yo

It was the week after her date with Carlos and as Marcella took her seat in the class, she eagerly awaited his arrival. From the moment he entered the room, she sensed a palpable tension emanating from him. His posture was rigid, as if coiled like a tightly wound spring, ready to unleash its energy at any moment. There was an air of danger that seemed to surround him, an intensity cloaking him like a shroud.It was a huge challenge to ignore his attractiveness and instead try to see if she could pick any oddities in his composure but she was determined. She then noticed how he carried himself with an air of controlled tension, as if constantly on guard. His movements were precise yet guarded, as though he were perpetually poised for action.As the lecture began, she found herself captivated by the way he commanded the room. His deep voice resonated with authority, his words flowing effortlessly as he delved into the subject matter. But behind his cold exterior, she detected a flicker

Lucas stepped into his apartment a few minutes after midnight, his senses still on high alert as he scanned the room. The weight of the recent encounter with the rogue werewolves still lingered, amplifying his vigilance. As he closed the door behind him, he was met with the sight of Anna, waiting patiently in his living room. Although she wasn't looking her best, her presence brought a semblance of solace to the storm that raged within him."Anna," he uttered her name, relief lacing his tone as he went to hug her before he regarded her calm demeanour and glared accusatorily at her. "You knew they were after you, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me?"Her eyes met his, her gaze telling him he was right. "I did not reveal it because I didn't want you to worry yourself unnecessarily," she responded in a flippant tone as she went to sit and rest her back on the couch. She had felt frail in his arms, and it seemed she had still not recovered her full strength. Lucas sighed, the weariness

The early Sunday morning sunlight streamed through the small kitchen window, casting a gentle glow on Marcella and her Nana as they sat at the breakfast table, engaged in warm conversation. Her Nana had missed dinner the previous night claiming she was tired and needed to rest so she had gotten up really early to make her favourite breakfast that morning. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of pancakes. As they chatted, sharing stories and laughter, a sudden change in her Nana's demeanour caught her attention. The vibrant sparkle in her eyes dulled, and her cheerful voice grew faint. Her heart clenched with worry, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach as she dropped her cup of coffee and instinctively reached out, her hand gently grasping her trembling fingers."Nana, are you okay?" She inquired in a worried tone as she noticed how hot her hands felt and quickly stood up to help support her.But before her Nana could put int