"You were going to reject me, Derek?" she asked, her voice trembling.

He stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers. "It's not how you see it," he said, his deep voice low.

She demanded clarity, her voice rising. "Answer me, Derek! Were you going to reject me? Yes or no?"
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After an heartbroken whereby she witnessed her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend, Elena Gandillo, finds herself in a shocking predicament. 

Her new professor is none other than the man she shared a passionate night with - Derek Danvers! The mysterious and dangerous bastard son of that powerful pack! 

Everything went complicated!

He was way older than her and had some dark secrets which could hurt her. But things take a dark turn when she discovers he's her mate - and he's been planning to reject her all along.  

Despite his secrets and age gap, she's drawn to him. Trying to get away from him and avoid trouble, finds herself drawing more and more closer to him instead.

Will she flee or follow her heart? Can she defy the judgment of others and chase love, or will his secrets tear them apart?

I guess that's for you all to find out.

Mated to My Sexy Professor

　　I winced, struggling to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, as if weighted down by an invisible force. After a fierce battle, I finally managed to snap them open, only to be met by a harsh light that pierced my eyes like daggers.


　　I groaned, forced to shut them again, and slowly tried to open them once more, gradually adjusting to the brightness.


　　As I sat up, a coughing fit seized me, and I struggled to catch my breath.


　　Just then, I heard Mercy's gentle voice, "You're awake."


　　I raised my head, and my gaze met hers. She rushed to my side, a cup of water in hand, her face etched with concern. The water was a lifeline, and I took a grateful sip, feeling it soothe my parched throat.


　　I handed the cup back to Mercy, and she set it down on the dressing table with a gentle clink.


　　"Are you okay?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.


CHAPTER Twenty Eight Fuming