All Chapters of Mated To my Professor: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"This is beautiful." I commented at the condo, pushing the door to the bathroom open, revealing the gold themed bathroom. "Sorry it's small." He apologized, grabbing my purse from me. "I couldn't find any other one in town, and due to the war, I couldn't travel out of town." Was it small, yeah? Did I care? No. "It's all good. This is perfect. Plus, I'm spending time with you, and that's what matters." I wrapped an arm around his neck. He placed my purse on a stool, wrapping an arm around me. He grabbed my thigh and with one jump, I had my legs around his waist. "I missed you so much!" I pointed out. "I missed you too. More than you can imagine. It felt like I couldn't breathe without you." He said and pecked my lips, sending tingles down my body. I reconnected our lips, and this time, for a passionate kiss. My body jolted in excitement, realizing that it hadn't tasted this much tingles in a long time. He slid his tongue into my mouth, fighting for dominance which I happily ga

~ BRIAN ~ What a crazy being… I scoffed. "What does she mean by making her Luna? Who knows what she has planned?" I complained. "I don't know why Mom went behind my back to make plans with them. She should've known it'll only cause trouble." "To be honest, I don't think your Mom would consider this trouble. She'd be in full support of the idea." Jordan pointed out. "Of course!" "So… are you considering doing it? Taking up her offer?" Jordan asked. "No, man. Are you crazy? Why'd I betray Lyric like that?" I shot him a death stare. "Oh, absolutely. Of course not. You're not going to betray Lyric like that." He cleared his throat. A moment of silence filled the place till he spoke again. "What then are you going to do, Alpha?" "I don't know yet." I sighed. "I mean, we really need a lot more warriors, if I'm being honest, and their pack is very large." He shrugged. "What are you suggesting? That I take up the offer of letting a psycho be my Luna and just cast Lyric to the side?

~ LYRIC ~After ensuring Bri was escorted back safely, I switched to my wolf form and ran in the direction the women led me to. Apparently, it was the orphanage home. What sort of attack could have come on the pack's orphanage home? That was pure evil. The closer I got to the location, the more my nostrils were activated to the sense of something burning. The scent caught up in my nose. I couldn't figure out what the smell was. It was so unfamiliar. Sirens screamed in the air and I watched roasted bodies be transported into the ambulance. When my eyes saw the burnt bodies around, the scent had a meaning, "it's the scent of burnt children." At that,my body froze. What the hell? I switched back and ran up to the door of the burnt orphanage home as a child crawled up.half of her skin burnt, her face disfigured and bleeding. “Help,” she cried in a weakened voice.Tears immediately began strolling down my face. "No way!" The paramedics ran up to me and grabbed the child,placed her

~ BRIAN ~The cold wind ran through the trees as I stood on the highest point of the forest, looking at my pack. Under the glow of the moon, hundreds of my warriors gathered, their bodies tense, their eyes glistening with the fierce fire in readiness of the upcoming battle. The smell of the forest, sweat, and polished armor filled the air, blending with the distant, fierce tension that always came before war. Tonight, we fought for survival. Tonight, we fought for dominance. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, my gaze brushing over my warriors—my brothers, my family. Their loyalty was deeper than blood, their trust unwavering. I knew that each one of them would fight to their last breath for our pack, for our home. We were going to meet Anna’s father’s warriors. As much as we had signed a contract and for the sake of war, I had to trust them, I of course still had my full trust in myself more than them. "Tonight," I began, my voice breaking through the silence, "we do no

~ LYRIC ~I stretched my legs across the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh as I sank deeper into the cushions. The warm scent of my mother’s cinnamon tea spread through the air, blending with the soft crackling of the fireplace. It was one of those rare, peaceful nights—one where the world outside didn’t seem so chaotic, and all that mattered was the quiet comfort of home. Tone sat across from me, one arm draped over the back of the chair, his face relaxed for once. For some reason, tonight, he looked… happy. Maybe even at peace. Mom was laughing at something he said, her voice light and full of warmth. I didn’t even catch the joke, but I smiled anyway, just glad to be here with them. In the midst of the war, I could still sit and enjoy a nice family time. “This tea is perfect,” I said, wrapping my fingers around the warm mug. “Mom, I swear, you should bottle this up and sell it. You’d make a fortune.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “It’s not that big of a deal. I just use a l