All Chapters of Alpha Professor's Forbidden Affair: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

HIRAM’S POV:As I make my way down to East End Motors, I try to keep a clear mind. There is a lot to take care of, but I have to begin somewhere. Still, my mind keeps bugging me about what Juniper said earlier. It is obvious something is wrong, but I cannot quite place it. I begin to wonder if she is truly just human or if she is a werewolf with some kind of mystique power that enables her to hide her true identity.“No, you’re losing your mind, Hiram,” I mutter to myself, gripping the steering wheel tightly. I shake my head, forcing my focus back on the road. Right now, I need to deal with Larry, I tell myself, trying to ground my thoughts.East End Motors finally comes into view—a dingy lot surrounded by a chain-link fence. The sign above the gate is weathered and barely legible. I pull up a few yards away, then I step out of the car and make my way toward the gate.I spot Larry from afar. He’s standing at the gate, leaning against the frame with a cigarette in his hand. He’s talkin

Hiram:A knock on my door awakens me in the morning. I stir from my sleep, not wanting to stand up, but the person opens the door, causing me to open my eyes.“Father wants to see you,” Hollis says, and I sit up at once to see he is dressed for the day. Mother really cloned Hollis because I cannot imagine being dressed for the day as early as seven.I expect him to leave, but then he walks in and shuts the door. Giving off a yawn, I stretch my hands before pushing myself out of bed.“Mother is stressed from the recent events, and I know she can be gritty, but please just put up with her.” I glance at him when he says this. “She’s been smoking again,” he says in a low tone, causing my heart to drop a little.I cannot imagine the amount of stress she has, and I wish I could stay in the pack, but she will keep trying to make me marry Vera.“That’s quite sad,” I mutter, and Hollis inhales deeply.“It’s good to have you around, little bro,” Hollis adds. Then he turns to leave, but I do not

JUNIPER’S POV:I know I’m not crazy, but the Internet and ChatGPT seem determined to prove otherwise. For two hours now, I’ve been deep-diving into endless sites about werewolves, and now, on the twentieth page of search results, I’m halfway to losing my mind.The page takes its time loading. Frustrated, I scroll straight to the bottom, ready to abandon this futile quest. But then, something catches my eye: “The History of Werewolves in America.”This has to be clickbait, I tell myself, even as I click on it.Desperation has left me with no other choice. The site opens with an oddly specific narrative listing dates and events about when werewolves supposedly arrived in the United States.“A portal first opened in Las Vegas. The government called them aliens and tried to take them down, but the werewolves possessed far superior technology. They could teleport using their portals, making it almost impossible to capture them for experiments.”I scroll further until I come across a sectio

JUNIPER’S POV:The café hums with energy, with a lot of chatter in the air. Its open windows let out a soft ocean breeze, which makes my body feel cool in contrast to the hot, crisp croissant in my hand.“Hot!” I exclaim as I take a bite of the piece, then I catch Hiram staring at me with intent. “I am fine,” I say to him at once, then he reaches for my lips, wiping away the crumb stuck on them.“Thank you,” I mutter, and he nods before going back to staring at his coffee directionless.I think there is something wrong with him. I know he is having a hard time with his dad being sick, but he almost won’t open up to me.“You’re scaring it,” I say, trying to start off light.He looks up with his brows slightly drawn down. “What?”“Your coffee. That’s the face you make when something is bothering you.”When I say this, he lets go of the spoon, and I watch his lips twitch into a smile.“I am fine, and there is nothing wrong, love.” He goes ahead to grab my hand to solidify this lie, but I

Hiram:Hearing about my father’s passing has left me devastated. I cannot even open my mouth to speak because a part of me wants to believe it is a joke. My mother’s trembling voice on the phone and the way she cried broke me. I cannot even imagine what Hera and Hana will do when they return from that stupid camp.Mother wants me home, but I cannot leave here—not now, when it is still fresh. My father was the only person close to understanding me. He promised he wouldn’t die, and he did. I wish I could cry to take away the pain I feel, but I cannot. The tears refuse to leave, but the gnawing pain in my chest won’t stop. The only thing keeping me together is Juniper’s sleeping figure on my body.I reach out to her, wrapping my arms tightly around her. Telling her about my pain might comfort me a little, but I cannot wake her up, so I remain like that, waiting to fall asleep. But my eyes remain wide open.After a while, I sit up while still clutching her to my chest, then I skillfully g