All Chapters of The Professor's Second Chance Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

When I woke from the best sleep I’ve ever had, I noticed the indigo sky tinged with silver outside my window. Soft light was beginning to dilute the night sky, preempting the rising dawn.I felt him, my mate, stir beside me. I rolled in his arms and came face to face with his hungry, hypnotic eyes. Such intensity.Nothing had happened last night, nothing sexy anyway. Still, this was a huge step forward for me. I’d never even had a boyfriend. I’d certainly never woken up with a man in my bed before, even a fully dressed one. And this particular specimen of a man was driving my every sense wild.My cheeks heated rapidly when he kissed my forehead softly.“I love that blush. Maybe I should call you little red,” he teased.“I could call you my big bad wolf,” I joked back.Fu@k, that was cheesy. Did I seriously just say that out loud?Yeah, you did. Maya laughs at me. Sometimes it’s not so fun having a second consciousness in your head to call your corny out. “Darling, you call me whateve

**** Kelton ****As soon as I walked in the classroom, I caught her delectable scent. I tried to ignore it as best as I could. Not because I didn’t want her. I did. Desperately. But because I was in a room full of students, and I had a job to do. I couldn’t just march up to my mate and kiss her senseless. She’d probably slap me. Then I’d get fired. I was actually OK with both of those outcomes, except that I did not want to frighten her or force myself on her.Already I felt things for her I didn’t think were possible. This young woman was made for me. It was a struggle to concentrate. And I didn’t even know her yet. My whole being unraveled at the thought of her. My mind was racing.My wolf, Knight, was beyond ecstatic. I’d had to block him briefly… not something I like to do. But his furious need to be with her, to claim her, was testing my control on a cellular level. I felt as if I’d self-combust at any second. Finally, after damn near forty years, I’d found my goddess given fated

**** Lara ****By the time 6:30 pm rolled around, I was absolutely trembling with nerves. I kept vacillating wildly between dirty thoughts and frightened thoughts. Though the paranoid fear had reduced significantly, it hadn’t yet completely abated.This is a terrible idea; I can’t believe I’m doing this….He’s probably taking us somewhere away from the college to murder us….I hope he kisses me first….So on and so on, my idiotic thoughts went until I finally saw his car.A fancy red convertible. I’m not sure what I expected, but somehow it wasn’t that. So much for inconspicuousness. Everyone on campus will see me getting into that thing. It’ll take ten seconds for his female fan club to figure out that that car is his. From there they’ll be able to track him to where he lives. He’ll stand out, we’ll stand out, in that thing everywhere we go. Not that my purple jeep is particularly inconspicuous either now that I thought about it. There are a ton of jeeps around campus but none in my

We left the restaurant holding hands. I couldn’t keep the ridiculous, giddy grin off my face as we walked to the car. How did I get so lucky? It was fully dark outside now. The clear night sky twinkled with pinprick stars.When he opened the car door for me, I practically swooned at the old-fashioned gesture. It was such a little and inconsequential thing, but to me, it meant the world. It meant he was looking out for my needs, even tiny things that I could easily handle myself. Stupid, I know. Millions of women would probably think that kind of mindset would set feminism back a hundred years. It wasn’t about what I could do for myself, or what I should do for myself… For me, it was just that fact that he was there for me, instinctively. I felt like no one had ever been there for me, in even the most minor ways like that. Even my dad. I knew he loved me, but he always seemed so careful not to be too affectionate in front of my mother and brother, like he knew it would stir them up. He

We might as well get this conversation over with. I still struggled to believe he, or his pack, would accept a wolf rejected by her own pack. In werewolf society, rogues are wolves that have been cast out of a pack. There’s a lot of stigma attached to that status. People assume there must be something wrong with you, or that you did something awful to get banished. But that’s not always the case. Some people were mistreated and had no other choice. The problem is that rogue wolves sometimes turn feral and, out of anger, jealousy, revenge, or desperation, they attack packs. Most packs tend to assume rogues are a threat. I was still worried that my status would be a problem.He sighed heavily, and I knew I’d hit the right note.“I know you’re not a rogue,” he said. We had discussed it a little before, but not in detail. I still don’t know what my father told him, but that’s not the point. The point is…“Another werewolf might think I am though. I don’t have a pack link anymore.”You are