I'm The Alpha's Heir Breeder

Chapter 2 The Masked Man In My Dream

I walked down the hall to Mr. Green’s office, my heart pounding in my chest. The door was ajar, and his office was dim and foreboding; all the windows were shut tight. It was as if the room was sealed off from the rest of the world.

Sitting at his desk, I could see that Mr. Green was reading over some papers.

He looked up. "Come inside, Ms. Clarke."

I hesitated for a moment before I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Close the door, Ms. Clarke," he said, his voice stern. "I need to talk to you about something."

I did as he asked, closing the door behind me. I stood there, waiting for him to speak. My heart was racing, and I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down into the unknown.

"I'm sorry about what happened in class today, Mr. Green," I stammered, my eyes fixed on the ground.

"Why? What did you think you did today in class that warrants an apology, Ms. Clarke?" Mr. Green asked, his tone sharp and piercing.

I hesitated, feeling my stomach drop as I tried to find the right words. "Levie and I... well, she was teasing me, and... it interrupted your lecture?"

Mr. Green's smile took on a sinister edge. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Well, I think I'll be seeing you back here tomorrow then to have a little chat about what's acceptable in my classroom."

"But isn’t that why you asked me to see you?" I asked, hoping and praying so hard for him to say yes.

"You see that photocopier in the corner?" Mr. Green asked, his tone low and mysterious.

I nodded, my heart beating faster with each passing moment.

"Do you know how to use that?" he asked, his piercing gaze fixing on me. I couldn't help but feel like there was something more to his question.

I swallowed, trying to steady my nerves. "Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Do me a favor and make me three copies of each of these," he said, handing me a stack of papers.

I hesitated, my hands shaking as I reached for the papers. I felt like every move I made was being closely monitored.

Slowly, I made my way to the photocopier, my eyes darting back and forth as I tried to make sense of the situation. I felt like I was being drawn into a dangerous game, and I wasn't sure I was ready for it.

I tried to focus on the task at hand when, suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I turned to see my boss standing there, a sinister smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"I'm just making sure you don't miss anything," he said, moving closer.

I tried to back away, but he was too close. He held me tightly against his body, his hardness pushing roughly into my hip, and his hand slipped into the collar of my shirt.

I squirmed against him. "Professor Green, please don’t do this," I begged, struggling to break free.

But he only laughed, tightening his grip.

With his hardened c**k firmly pressed behind me, I felt my breath catch in my throat as one of his hands cupped my breast. He was much stronger than I had anticipated, and he tried to hold me still with his other hand on my hip. I struggled against him, desperation taking over as I tried to push him away with all of my strength. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, and it sent a chill down my spine.

"I like you, Ms. Clarke. You’re a very fine young woman, and I can’t stop thinking about you since the first day of class. I can't keep pretending that I don't. I'll do anything for you. I'll divorce my wife and marry you. Just say the word," he whispered, his voice low and menacing.

"Professor, this is inappropriate. You're my teacher!"

Tears quickly filled my eyes. I screamed for help, but my voice was muffled by his hand.

"Relax, darling," Mr. Green whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I just want to show you how much I love you."

I struggled against him, my heart racing with fear. "Stop it! Let go of me!"

But he was too strong, and his hands were now everywhere. I felt trapped in his grasp, powerless to escape. "Please," I begged. "Just let me go."

He chuckled, a cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Not until you give me what I want," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck.

"Please," I said, my voice trembling with fear. "Don't do this. I don't want this."

But he didn't listen.

"I said stop it! Let go of me!"

Finally, I summoned enough strength to push him away, and in a desperate attempt to free myself, I slapped him hard on the face. The shock on his face was unmistakable, and it held him still for a moment.

I saw my chance and seized it without hesitation - before he could react, I was running towards the door.

As I flung it open and bolted down the corridor of the university building, my tear-streaked face blurred my vision. I could hear Mr. Green’s angry shouts echoing behind me. I kept running until, a wave of fear and revulsion coursing through my veins.

With a trembling hand, I tried to shake off my fear and turn back to the stairs. I reached for the handrail and ran down the stairs without looking back, tears spilling down my face. My heart was pounding so hard that I could barely hear the sound of my own footsteps. I was so focused on getting out of the building as fast as possible that I didn't even realize what was happening around me.

But before I even made it to the middle of the stairs, I was abruptly halted by a chorus of bloodcurdling screams from a distance. The screams echoed through the halls of the university, sending shivers down my spine and making my heart race.

I stopped in my tracks, feeling a sense of dread wash over me.

I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. The screams grew louder, echoing through the halls of the university building. The sound of footsteps behind me made me spin around, only to see students running, their faces filled with terror.

"What's happening?" I muttered under my breath, a sense of dread settling in my stomach. The screams grew louder and more frantic, causing my heart to pound against my chest. I tried to shake off the fear and turn back towards the stairs, but I couldn't help but cast one final glance over my shoulder.

And that's when I caught sight of him—the man from my dream. It was clear that it was him because he was wearing the same mask. It was a fiery red Victorian piece that gave off a seductive but powerful vibe and covered the top half of his face while showing just enough.

He stood by the window, his eyes staring straight at me through the holes in his mask, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Just then, Mr. Green climbed out of the window and jumped off. Chaos erupted as students around me screamed in terror. But the masked man remained calm and collected, unfazed by the chaos and what was happening around him. His eyes were still fixed on me.

I was frozen in shock, unable to move or speak.

I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move, speak, or make sense of what was happening.

What happened to Mr. Green? Could this be the same masked man in my dream? Was this all real, or was it just another nightmare? I couldn't tell, but one thing was certain, I needed to get out of there as fast as I could.