All Chapters of Mated To my Professor: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I stepped back, my eyes widening. "Blade, oh my gosh!" My hands began to tremble, my sweater falling off my grip.Quirking an eyebrow, he glanced around. "What's that? Is someone watching you?" Returning his gaze to me, he took a step forward. I instinctively screamed, forcing him to a halt. "What's wrong? Why are you—" He paused, his nose scrunching up as he sniffed. "Your scent." He matched my stare. "Lyric, how could you have masked your scent for this long?" Oh, now he could sense me? "How are you a werewolf?" "What sort of question is that?" "You know what I mean!" I exclaimed, running my fingers through my hair. "Why? I needed to be away from werewolves, and now this?" I paced around, fiddling with my fingernails. "No, no."“ If you’re also a werewolf, then that means you've been marked!” he grabbed my arm pulling me to his chest, “you have a mate?” he frowned. “Who is he?.”His hold on my arm was starting to get tight so I yanked my arm from his grip. “Let me go!” Before I

We finally pulled into Brian's pack. After he unlocked the secret passageway, he drove into the place. It was filled with rich, tall plants, the roads looked new and expensive, the buildings of the pack were straight out of the future (they looked too advanced for this decade).I wanted to compliment his pack, but since the start of the drive at Dentville, Brian hadn't said another word to me. He acted like I didn't exist at all.It was another thirty minutes of suffocating silence till he pulled over by a fenced building. As soon as we stepped out, multiple people joked their heads to greet him, then a few of them hurried to grab our bags and took them away. "Hey, hey, hey, baby bro." A feminine voice called and a familiar tall and slender woman walked up to us, her arms stretched. She huffed Brian tightly. He wiggled out of her grip, a slight frown on his face. "Get off me," he simply said. I remembered! She was his sister in the photo he had shown me. "Where's that punk of yo

PAcing around the room, I thought hard, contemplating on whether or not I should go there. The thought of stepping out of this room alone was torture and I didn’t know if I was ready for that. Biting my lower lip, I paused, taking a deep breath.My vision aligned with the framed photo of Brian at the top of the bed and it stirred a sensational wave around me, my skin tingling for his hold. As much as I missed the physical touch, honestly, I missed talking to him. It had always been nice to have someone to share every useless detail of my life with, over text or in-person, but he wasn’t even responding to my texts anymore. This was clearly his bedroom, but he had never been here again. I stepped out of my bedroom, and once again, no one paid attention to my presence. It made me feel a strange unsettling feeling in my gut, but it erased and was replaced with something heavier by the time I arrived in front of Brian’s office. A huge, tall, black, wooden double door stood in front of m

A simple ball, I had read. It was just going to be a small parlor event, I had assumed. I didn’t need to dress too fancy, I had thought. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Tell me why we just arrived at a ginormous building, filled with couples in outfits that seemed right off the runway, people in makeup that could compete with plastic surgery. Yet, here I was, in the same outfit I had worn on my first date withBrian. It wasn't ugly, but maybe a little too underdressed for this. “Are you nervous, kitty?” Brain asked, gently squeezing my hand. “Uh?”I jerked my neck to him.“Your palm is sweaty,” He pointed out.“Oh, I’m sorry.” I quickly took my hand from his grip. “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t care if they’re sweaty.” He grabbed my hand again, flashing a smile at me. I smiled back. “You’re obsessed with me, even my nasty sweat is therapeutic for you.” I joked to soothe my nerves down. “You’re not wrong. I wouldn’t even mind if you rub them down my body, all the way to places unreachable to no

~ RAINA ~ Pacing around the bathroom of the bar, I stopped and concluded: Tone was hiding something from me, and I knew it. He was always running off in the middle of the night to do whatever heavens knew. He would leave at intervals to answer multiple phone calls, and he had some physical changes that weren't normal, like his eyes changing colors. It was too confusing. Plus, I didn't like it. Exiting the bathroom, I made my way to the counter to order a glass of margarita when my gaze trailed off to Blade. "Hey!" I waved frantically. "How are things going between you and Lyric?" He shrugged. "Bad. She's not talking to me anymore. I think she blocked me." What in the world? Why'd she do that? "Can you please talk to her for me?""I would, but she wouldn't listen to me either. She's not gonna answer my calls or texts if I call." I sighed, taking a sip of my drink. Lyric was such a hard puzzle to solve. My phone buzzed, and I lifted it, seeing a call from Tone. Answering it, I gri