All Chapters of Dear Naughty Professor.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I watched her walk away from me, the scent of her still lingering in the air. Every muscle in my body tensed, the urge to follow her overwhelming. But I stayed rooted to the spot, my fingers curled into fists at my sides, fighting against the need to chase after her. She had pushed me away again. For the hundredth time. Maybe for the thousandth.I could sense her confusion. Her fear. She didn’t understand what was happening to her—what was happening to us. But how could she? She didn’t grow up in my world. The world of wolves and mates. A world she didn’t even believe in. Her rejection stung, cutting deep in a way I hadn’t expected. I wasn’t used to being refused, especially not by someone meant for me. But I couldn’t blame her for being scared. This bond between us—this pull—it was strong. Too strong to ignore, even for her, no matter how much she tried. And I wasn’t going to give up on her.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the wolf inside me that wanted to go after her. She ne

The next morning, I woke up feeling disoriented, like I had barely slept at all. My mind was a chaotic mess, still spinning from what had happened last night. The wolf. Stefan. Everything was colliding in my head, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, it all came crashing back with full force.I dragged myself out of bed, groaning as the sunlight streamed through the window. The world outside seemed so normal, so calm. It was hard to believe that my life was unraveling in ways I couldn’t have imagined just days ago.I needed coffee. Lots of it.As I made my way into the kitchen, I glanced at my phone, half-hoping for a message from Keisha. She was my grounding force, the one person I could talk to about anything. But right now, I couldn’t even explain this madness to myself, let alone her.I stood at the counter, pouring coffee into a mug, trying to shake off the lingering unease from the night before. My thoughts were heavy, and my chest felt tight, like something was press

The quiet of the early morning was shattered by a sense of dread that had clung to me all night, making sleep impossible. It wasn’t just Rex’s surprise visit or Stefan’s unexpected promise from the night before that kept me awake. There was something more, something sinister in the air, like a storm on the horizon I couldn’t see but could feel deep in my bones.I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my eyes hollow and dark from lack of rest. Splashing water on my face didn’t do much to clear my mind. The weight of everything—Rex, Stefan, the looming uncertainty at work—pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. I wished I could shake off the feeling, but it clung to me like a second skin.As I pulled on my jacket, preparing to head to the university, a loud knock reverberated through my small apartment. My heart leapt into my throat. For a second, I was frozen in place. A deep sense of foreboding washed over me. I hadn’t expected anyone, and after Rex’s visit last night

I couldn’t sleep.The night was supposed to bring peace, a way to escape from the chaos swirling in my mind, but all it did was amplify my thoughts. I tossed and turned, each creak of the bed reminding me of Stefan’s words.“There’s power inside you… It’s waking up.”I sat up in bed, wrapping my arms around my knees. The darkness felt suffocating, pressing against me, trapping me in my thoughts. What did he mean? What kind of power could he possibly be talking about? I was just Elara—an ordinary woman who taught literature at a local college. I wasn’t… anything special. And yet, Stefan had said it with such certainty, such conviction, that I couldn’t shake it off.I groaned, rubbing my temples. “This is ridiculous.”The rational part of me wanted to dismiss everything. Werewolves? Mating bonds? And now, some hidden power inside me? It all sounded like the plot of one of those supernatural romance novels my students loved to read. But then there were the things I couldn’t explain away.

The early morning light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows over the clearing as I paced back and forth, my mind racing. I had never been one for patience, especially when it came to matters this important, but I knew that pushing Elara too far, too fast, would only make things worse. And yet, time was running out.She had no idea the kind of danger she was in—none at all. The longer she stayed unaware, the more vulnerable she became. But every time I tried to explain, she shut me out. The fear in her eyes when I mentioned what we were, what *I* was, was like a knife to the gut. She thought I was just messing with her, playing some cruel game.I stopped pacing and raked a hand through my hair, letting out a low growl of frustration. She didn’t understand, and I couldn’t exactly blame her. How could a human begin to comprehend the weight of the bond that tied us together, or the threats lurking just beyond the veil of her reality?But she *had* to understand. She had to kn