All Chapters of Fated to My Professor: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Astrid Everything after Tristan saved me from Charles and Astrid was a blur. I remembered my dad showing up and there being a lot of yelling. He was in a complete rage and he let everyone know it. I would have been embarrassed if I hadn’t been so disoriented. I thought at first that I was fine, but that was probably the adrenaline. Then, I was ushered into a car with Tristan and Solomon drove us to the packhouse, while Charles was driven in another car under heavy observation. Solomon was eerily silent the entire time. I couldn’t tell if he was upset with me or stressed out about the state dad was in. When we arrived there, the healer was waiting. I kept insisting that I was alright, but she was under strict orders to give me a thorough examination. She examined my eyes and the wounds to my face and head. Finally, she concluded that I likely had a minor concussion, but nothing else seemed serious. Tristan stayed by my side the entire time. I don’t know what I might have don

Astrid The question hung heavily in the air. Solomon met my eyes without hesitation. The way his shoulders tensed betrayed the stress that the question caused him. “Absolutely not,” he emphasized. “I don't believe you,” I replied coolly. “You're going to have to start being honest with me if everyone is going to survive this. I think you’re right about the danger we’re in and I won't have blood on my hands.” Solomon averted his eyes. I saw his jaw working as he ground his teeth. It seemed to me that he was communicating with his wolf. He was in a difficult position. He was the Beta, his job was to back up dad no matter what ridiculous ill-advised thing he wanted done. In this case, that included maintaining the security of the territory. “The way I see it,” I began. “Is that either the security was extremely lax, or she had help from someone. So, which one is it?” “Our security is top-notch,” Solomon repeated insistently. “So then, who helped her?” I demanded. Solom

Astrid I don't know how long I stood in the music room crying on Solomon's shoulder. By the time I managed to calm myself, all I wanted to do was sleep, but I had promised Tristan that I would let him know what was going on, and I wasn't about to start breaking my promises. Rather than calling or texting him though, I thought it would be easier to try to explain everything in person. When I mentioned my plan to go to Tristan’s, Solomon offered to drive me to his apartment. I accepted the ride gratefully. As independent as I wanted to be, I wasn't stupid enough to go off on my own while Lilian was still on the run. Who could say what she was capable of, especially if Solomon was right about her being a part of some rogue faction? Solomon dropped me off outside of the apartment and waited until Tristan had buzzed me inside to leave. I went up to the second floor and knocked. Tristan opened the door after a second and let me in. “I didn't know you were coming,” he said. He sou

AstridIt was my first day of school and I was scared. Mom walked me into my classroom. We'd already met my teacher and dad felt like I shouldn’t be nervous. But growing up in the packhouse, the only other kid I ever really got to see was Eddie, and we didn't often play together. I wasn't really good at socializing with people my own age. Mom bringing me in might have been embarrassing for some people, but not for me. I was comforted knowing that she was there. Mom encouraged me to go play with some of the other kids who had arrived early while she talked to the teacher. I sat down beside a pile of blocks but didn't touch any. I was too busy staring at mom. She was smiling brightly and chatting with my teacher, but despite the bright fluorescent lights of the classroom, there was a dark shadow on the wall behind her. It looked too dark, like if I got too close, I’d get sucked inside. Then, I was holding my mom's hand and walking through the garden. It was a bright, warm summer

TristanWork had been hectic and by the time my classes were over, I didn’t have the energy for anything else. After Astrid's attack on campus, security was increased exponentially. The students were freaked out, the staff was on edge, and it was almost impossible to get any work done in class. Honestly, I was more distracted than the students were, so I didn't mind letting them have the class to process what had happened. I wasn’t sure how much good it would do for them to discuss their concerns and ask questions about what had happened, but that’s what they seemed to want to do. Trying to talk over them wasn’t something I had the energy for. Instead, I moderated a class discussion about what happened and what it meant for us as a university moving forward. Thankfully, everyone was more concerned that it was so easy for a human to sneak onto campus, rather than my reaction to Astrid being cornered. As a group, we discussed the possibility of having ID checks at the gates and