All Chapters of Fated to My Professor: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

TristanMy heart was hammering against my ribs as I struggled to process what was happening. A moment ago, Astrid had been kissing me. Now, Lilian had shoved her way into the room and was glaring at both of us. My lust clouded mind was keeping me from de-escalating the situation. There was no reasonable excuse I could think of for the state that we were in. We had been locked in my office alone. If that weren’t bad enough, Astrid’s blonde hair was a tangled mess and her cheeks were stained a pretty pink. It was obvious from looking at her that she was nervous and embarrassed. The rapid rise of her chest made me think she was on the verge of a panic attack. I had to get her out of here. I nodded towards the door, urging her to go. I would handle Lilian by myself. There was nothing good that could come of Astrid staying. I saw relief and guilt in her eyes. “We’ll talk soon,” I promised. I had no intention of letting this be the last time I saw her. It would be smarter of me

AstridDespite the continuous thoughts circling in my head, I couldn’t avoid going to dinner. I promised my dad that I would be there and I knew that if I didn’t show up, he would be worried. I understood the concern in his eyes when he thought that I was sick. I was sure that he was remembering the early phases of mom’s illness. I didn’t want to put him through any undue stress. I had to show him that I was physically okay. I showered and changed into a baggy sweater and leggings. After seeing those fake images of myself, I was feeling incredibly self conscious. I wanted to wear something that would cover me up. I cursed to myself as I entered the dining room. Somehow, I kept forgetting how many people lived here. Solomon and Victoria were sitting at the table on either side of my dad. When dad saw me enter, he cut off whatever conversation they were having and stood up. He walked to me in a few quick strides and grabbed both of my shoulders gently. He kissed the top of my

AstridIt was cold as we walked towards the packhouse. I hadn’t expected the chill to settle in this early in the year, so I had left without a jacket. I was wearing a sweater, but it was thin and did very little to insulate me from the cold. I wrapped my arms around myself and looked down at my feet as I walked. I felt pathetic. I knew we were fated mates, but I couldn’t help but have the idea creep in that he was just offering to come with me to make sure I was safe, like he always did when we were kids. Did he see me as that little girl still? Someone he needed to protect out of some sense of duty? I jumped slightly as something warm wrapped around my shoulders. The strong scent of black tea enveloped me. I looked at my shoulder and realized that it was Tristan’s jacket. Heat rose to my cheeks and I instinctively pulled it closer around me. I looked at him curiously, but Tristan wasn’t looking at me. He was staring straight ahead of us at the road. “Thanks,” I muttered,

AstridThe closer we got to the city, the less trees were visible, and more custom homes and farm life appeared. A strong pang erupted in my chest. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it out here. Granted, I wasn’t eager for why I was returning, but I was excited to feel the liveliness of the city once more. “Can we stop?” Eddie asked suddenly, pulling my attention to him. My eyes flicked in his direction, then back to the road. “What is it?” I asked with concern. He grimaced. “Sorry, it’s just my legs are cramping.” I looked down at the clock and frowned. We had only been driving for a little over an hour. We still had an hour and a half left to go. I didn’t really want to drag today out any more than necessary, but I recognized that they weren’t used to being in a vehicle for so long. Travel within the territories was normally done in wolf form. There wasn’t a lot of use for vehicles outside of travel to the human world. “Sure,” I reluctantly agreed. “We can stop for

TristanI kept my eyes closed as I sat in the back seat and tried to reign myself in. For the thousandth time, I cursed at myself for kissing her. My self control had never been this weak before. I’d never had difficulty denying my urges. Right now, I was barely holding myself together. I could see Astrid’s face in profile if I opened my eyes. I could smell her airy lavender scent. I could taste her… “I can’t believe you eat these,” Eddie complained. Astrid laughed at him. “I told you they were hot.”She popped another jalapeno puff in her mouth. “It’s not that they’re hot,” he countered. “I like peppers. This doesn’t taste like peppers.” “No,” she agreed. “It tastes like hot.” “That doesn’t even make sense,” he shot back. She shrugged. “So, eat your sandwich,” she said. “It’ll get the taste out of your mouth.” “Tristan, try one of these,” Eddie urged. I cracked my eyes open to see him shoving the open bag towards me. I caught a whiff of the puffs and wrinkled my