All Chapters of Fated to My Professor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AstridI never intended to return to my hometown, and if it weren’t for my mother’s unexpected death, I never would have. I watched through the car window as the scenery around me became more familiar. I was ten years old the last time I was here—that was 17 years ago. I sighed and turned away from the window. The closer we got, the more I regretted my choice. “Doing alright back there?” the driver asked. “I’m fine,” I said softly. I felt bad. Victoria drove for hours to pick me up early this morning and bring me home, but I was having a hard time carrying on a conversation with her, despite our relationship. My dad was the Alpha of the Bridgewater pack, and Victoria was the Gamma. She was close to my mother—almost like her right hand rather than my dad’s. My dad convinced me to come home to take over the duties of my mother until someone else could be chosen to take on the role of Luna. I didn’t want to, but he insisted that he needed me. I agreed eventually, and he

Astrid The room was quickly descending into chaos. People had turned in their chairs to stare at me and their voices were steadily increasing in volume. I glanced towards the door. I could be out of the room before anyone registered that I was moving. If I left now and never came back, maybe I could avoid the rumors and the judgment. My heart rate was increasing rapidly. I had to make a choice. Tristan cleared his throat and the whispering of the students around me quieted, but didn’t stop. He slammed his hand down on the podium and the resounding thud that it created was enough to cause everyone to snap their heads forward, including me. There was a warning in his eyes as he glared at each of the students one by one. A few mumbled apologies, but most just fell silent. “Can I finish?” he asked with irritation clear in his voice. “Yes, sir,” a few students said in unison. Their immediate reactions and deference spoke volumes about the reputation Tristan had on campus. No

Astrid My heart was racing, but I wasn’t sure if it was from anger or the pull. Either way, I didn’t like it. I hurried out of the building and directly to the parking lot. Victoria was waiting for me just like she promised. I got into the car and slammed the door behind me. “I need to talk to my dad,” I said breathlessly. “Are you alright?” she asked with concern. “Did something happen?” I saw the worry in her eyes through the rearview mirror, and forced myself to look away.“No, just get me to the packhouse, please,” I replied. I wanted more than anything now to go home. It was a huge mistake to come back here. I couldn’t deal with this. Just seeing Tristan again made me feel like I was losing control. If I stayed in Bridgewater, I ran the risk of losing everything that I worked so hard to achieve for myself. I wouldn’t do that. “Sure,” Victoria answered, knowing better than to press. She pulled away from the curb and headed towards the packhouse. It was going

Astrid The rest of dinner passed with periods of awkward silence and small talk. It was pleasant, for the most part. Although, it was obvious that we were both afraid of saying anything wrong. After dinner, dad told me that my bags had been brought up to my old bedroom. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to know that I would be staying in my old room, even though it made sense for me to do so. I followed behind him as he led me up the stairs. Everything still somehow felt so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time—like I was in some kind of dream. We walked past the door to my parent’s room. It was slightly ajar and I smelt my mother’s scent drift into my nostrils. My eyes welled, but I bit back the emotion and continued forward. Thank the goddess dad didn’t notice.He opened the door to my bedroom and let me walk in first. It looked just like how I left it. I must’ve had an expression on my face as I heard his voice say, “Is it like you remember?”I nodded as my hand grazed the bedpo

AstridFocusing on class was more difficult than I wanted to admit. I ended up staring at the textbook most of the time so that I wasn’t looking at Lilian or Tristan. I could still feel her eyes on me every so often, and every time I looked at Tristan, I sensed her tense. The last thing I needed was trouble with a pack member. Either that, or I found myself daydreaming—and that was not something that I could allow myself to do. When Tristan started to talk, the entire room fell silent. The only sounds were pens scratching against paper and the hum of the overhead projector. His introduction to this class was very similar to yesterday’s. We went over the syllabus, he took questions, then he gave us a breakdown of what to expect from the course. Soon enough, I found I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, no matter how hard I tried.He rolled his sleeves up when he turned to write on the board and I found myself admiring his forearms. I remembered what it felt like when he wrap