I was always the outcast—taunted and bullied for my half human blood. After being sent to live with my grandparents in the human world, I grew to resent my parents and my shifter heritage. 

But when my mother died, I returned to Bridgewater under the guise I could continue my studies at Haronia University while helping my father until he found a new Luna. 

I expected drama in Bridgewater. What I didn’t expect was falling for my professor. 

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“You’re so frustrating,” he said in a low, rough voice. 

I sat on the edge of his desk and looked up at him. “Are you complaining?” I asked. 

He stepped forward and pushed his knee between my legs. “Do I look like I’m complaining?” 

“No,” I answered softly. “You look like you’ve been waiting for this. Do you normally wait for the woman to make the first move?” 

“I don’t wait for anything,” he said. “I take what I want.” He tightened his grip on my hair until I moaned at the pull. “You’re different.” 

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Fated to My Professor

Focusing on class was more difficult than I wanted to admit. I ended up staring at the textbook most of the time so that I wasn’t looking at Lilian or Tristan. I could still feel her eyes on me every so often, and every time I looked at Tristan, I sensed her tense. The last thing I needed was trouble with a pack member. 


Either that, or I found myself daydreaming—and that was not something that I could allow myself to do. 


When Tristan started to talk, the entire room fell silent. The only sounds were pens scratching against paper and the hum of the overhead projector. 


His introduction to this class was very similar to yesterday’s. We went over the syllabus, he took questions, then he gave us a breakdown of what to expect from the course. 


Soon enough, I found I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, no matter how hard I tried.


He rolled his sleeves up when he turned to write on the board and I found myself admiring his forearms. 


Chapter 9 : There Has to be Something More