All Chapters of Fated to My Professor: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Astrid“Eddie?” I asked.I didn’t know why he would be calling me in the middle of the night. He had no idea that I’d overheard his conversation with Solomon, so it wasn’t like he would be calling to apologize. Tristan held the phone out to me and I took it hesitantly. “Hello?” “Astrid?” Eddie replied with relief. “You’re with Tristan?” “Yeah,” I answered. There was a pause. “That’s good.” I frowned at the phone. Something in his voice was strange. I found myself wishing this was a video call so I could see his face. Maybe something in his expression would give me a hint about what was going on. “Eddie, are you alright?” “Fine,” he said tensely. “You didn’t come back to the packhouse tonight, which is totally fine. You’re an adult, you can do what you want, but I was looking for you so I thought I would call and see what you’re doing, not that it’s my business–” The more he spoke the more panicked he sounded. He was rambling and I had no idea what point he was try

AstridMy mind felt numb as all of Eddie’s words settled into my mind. My memories were suddenly altered. In light of this information, I was forced to question every interaction I’d ever had with Solomon. I couldn’t accept that he wasn’t the cold, hateful man I remembered. I couldn’t see him as some kind of well-meaning but flawed protector. I couldn’t believe that the most frightening single experience of my life was all a fake. I remembered the feeling of biting down on my would-be kidnapper’s fingers. I remembered the fear that had overtaken me when they tried to grab me. I could still see the look of fear on Victoria’s face when she was trying to comfort me. This didn’t seem real. It had to be a nightmare. But even in my nightmares, things weren’t this bleak. Solomon was trying to get rid of me, and he was willing to go to such extremes as ordering Eddie to seduce me and take me away to live outside of Bridgewater. He really thought that someone was trying to kill me. He

TristanThat night, Eddie slept on the couch, while Astrid stayed with me. They’d both returned to the packhouse the night before, despite my objections. But tonight, I was able to convince them both to stay where I was sure nothing could happen. To be honest, it bothered me more than I wanted to admit to see the shape Eddie was in when he arrived yesterday. The bruise showed just how intense and dangerous things had become. Not even the son of the Beta was safe from the crossfire. Astrid slept nestled warmly in my arms. I didn’t let go of her all night, not even when my arms fell asleep. I found it difficult to fall asleep myself. I didn’t expect anything more to happen tonight, but there was an uneasy feeling hanging over me. Things were calm now, but there was definitely a storm coming. What Eddie had told us was true. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t even surprised by the revelation that the Luna was murdered. It was difficult to hear, but not surprising. The Luna h

AstridI didn’t want to go to dinner, but I didn’t want to start another argument with dad either. If I tried to stay in my room, I was sure that’s what would happen. He could be extremely confrontational when he was upset. I didn’t feel like arguing or causing a scene. The calm in the packhouse might be a facade, but it was one that I didn’t feel the need to shatter. At least, not at this point. I felt more calm by the time dinner rolled around and I was confident that I would be able to hold my tongue long enough to get through a meal. I would just avoid looking at dad and take a bite every time I wanted to say something snarky. It had worked before. The thought that dad had some idea of what was going on with the secrets in the packhouse was upsetting. It made perfect sense, though. He was the Alpha. It would be more concerning if he was clueless about things. But why wouldn’t he just be honest then? That’s what was bothering me the most about all of this. The depth and b

TristanToday started out on a pretty good note. I had graded my last midterms, which was always a relief. As stressful as exams were for students, they weren’t exactly enjoyable for teachers either. Having my grading finished before the weekend meant that I wouldn’t have to bring any work home with me. That meant that I would be able to focus my time on Astrid. She had been under an incredible amount of stress since the conversation with Eddie and needed all of the support she could get. If I could offer her a distraction, then I would. She seemed reluctant to talk any further about the situation—mostly because we had no new information. It didn’t do any good to go in circles about it. It only stressed her out more. The last thing I wanted was to add to her unhappiness. As the day wore on, an unsettling feeling of anticipation settled over me. Something was wrong. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of impending disaster. The sensation left me feeling cold and