All Chapters of Dear Naughty Professor.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hi, Elara. I'm breaking up with you.I read the text which had popped up in my phone when I was in class and laughed.Not because it was funny - but because there was no way, this is real.Surely, Rex just wanted to play a prank on me.Something he was very fond of doing.I shook my head, got into my car and headed home. Perhaps I should pretend and act like I believed him so he would get the satisfaction of thinking that his prank got to me.I could. But God knows I've got a very crazy day at work - so I'm just gonna opt out and play along next time.I parked my car in our garage about one hour later and walked into the house.Rex was in the sitting room, sitting down but the smile on my face slipped when I saw his mother there too - and she looked so serious.Not that Agnes ever looked unserious.“Hi mum. Hey baby, you didn't tell me mum was coming today.” I bent to kiss him but Rex's reaction had me raising my brow. He moved his face away and shoved me lightly away from him “Did

And fuck the hell outta me be did.༺༺♡♡༻༻My head was aching - so badly like I was being hit over and over with an invisible hammer.I groaned loudly, slowly opening my eyes and tried to turn, but stopped when I felt an arm - a strong one holding me down.The eff?I turned immediately to the side, forgetting the pain on my body and almost screamed when I saw that I was in bed - NAKED - with a stranger. A very hot one at that.But that's not the point!I'm in bed naked with a fucking stranger!What on earth have I done? And where did fuck is Keisha?I looked around, groaning again when I saw that we were in a hotel.The last thing I remembered was going into a club with Keisha - and drinking - oh drinking so much hoping to push the pain away.How did I go from wanting a few bottles of beer to climbing in a hotel bed with this stranger?Dear mother of Jesus —What exactly happened and why the fuck can't I remember anything?But as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to recall

I blinked, trying to process what Stefan had just said. The words seemed to echo in my head, like a broken record stuck on repeat. “Mate?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Did I hear you right?”Stefan’s expression was serious, almost solemn. “Yes, Elara. We are mates.”I stared at him, my mind scrambling to make sense of this absurdity. “Mates? Like, in a romantic sense?” I couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that bubbled up from my chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”“I’m not kidding,” he said, his blue eyes unwavering. “In the werewolf world, being mates means that we are destined to be together. It’s a bond that goes beyond mere attraction or affection.”I shook my head, trying to clear the haze of confusion. “Destined? Are you seriously trying to tell me that we’re supposed to be together forever because of some... mystical bond? It sounds ridiculous.”Stefan’s gaze softened slightly, as if he were trying to gauge whether I was being sarcastic or genuinely bewildered.

I woke up the next morning feeling more frustrated than ever. The strange whispers from the night before clung to my thoughts, leaving me restless and on edge. I dragged myself out of bed, determined to push through the frustration and start the day. As I went through my morning routine, I tried to shake off the unease that had settled over me. "It’s just a bad dream," I told myself, trying to muster some sense of normalcy. "Stefan’s just playing games. I won’t let this mess with my head."I forced myself to focus on my preparations for school, dressing quickly and making my way to the university with a determined stride. I needed to get through the day without letting the bizarre events from yesterday disrupt my work.The halls of the university were buzzing with students and faculty, a familiar hum of activity that should have been comforting. I was just about to walk into my office when I spotted Stefan approaching from down the hallway. My heart skipped a beat, a wave of annoyanc

I was never one to avoid a problem. In fact, I’d always prided myself on facing life head-on, being the strong, rational one in the room. But this... this situation? It felt like I had no footing, no ground beneath me, and I was still tumbling into some twisted reality where werewolves existed, and I was someone’s… mate?Mate.The word tasted absurd in my mouth. No matter how hard I tried to shove it out of my mind, it wouldn’t leave me alone. Stefan’s voice, so serious, so unshaken when he told me about the bond we apparently shared, kept replaying over and over in my head. I had laughed it off—what else could I have done? But now, the quiet moments were starting to eat at me.I sighed heavily, pacing in my small living room. The sunlight streaming in from the large windows should have felt warm and comforting, but instead, it just reminded me of the classroom where Stefan had said those words. The way he had looked at me, like I was the center of his world, made my stomach twist in