Fated Luna

Chapter 4 – Fated Mates

Alyssa’s POV

Slowly, I reached for a piece of paper, my fingers trembling slightly. As I began to write, I kept my head down, my hair falling forward to shield my face from the curious gazes of my classmates.

I couldn’t bear the thought of making eye contact with Professor Thomson, afraid that he might see the turmoil within me.

But just as I was about to finish writing, I noticed a sudden movement in front of me. Glancing up, I found a pair of shiny black shoes standing mere inches from my desk.

Slowly, my gaze traveled upward, and I found myself captivated by the intense yet gentle expression on Professor Thomson’s face.

To my surprise, the professor reached out and gently brushed the hair away from my face, his fingers grazing my cheek in a feather-light touch.

The unexpected contact sent a shiver down my spine, and I fought the urge to lean into his touch.

Leaning closer, Professor Thomson’s breath ghosted across my ear as he spoke in a soft, hushed tone. "I’d like to have a word with you after class, if that’s alright," he murmured.

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t help but nod mutely in response, my mind racing with a thousand questions and a myriad of emotions.

The professor gave me a slight nod and a reassuring smile before straightening up and continuing his rounds around the classroom.

I sat there, stunned and trembling, my fingers gripping the pen so tightly that my knuckles had turned white.

I couldn’t believe that the man who had saved me and the one I had shared that intimate moment with was now my professor, and the thought of having a private conversation with him filled me with a sense of both excitement and trepidation.

As the last of the students filed out of the classroom, I remained seated, my heart pounding in my chest. I watched as Professor Thomson – no, Jake – strode across the room and closed the door, sealing us in a private moment.

The air was thick with tension, and I found it difficult to breathe. I could feel Jake’s gaze burning into me, and I struggled to maintain my composure.

Jake slowly turned to face me, his expression unreadable. "Alyssa," he said, his voice low and measured. "I’m glad we have this opportunity to talk."

I swallowed hard, my fingers fidgeting nervously in my lap. "Professor – I mean, Jake," I stammered, "I’m not sure what to say. Last night was... well, it was unexpected, to say the least."

Jake took a step closer, his movements fluid and graceful. "I understand your hesitation, Alyssa," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "But there’s something I need to tell you – something that may change everything."

My heart skipped a beat, and I held my breath, bracing myself for whatever he was about to say.

"Alyssa," Jake began, his voice soft and earnest, "you and I... we’re fated mates."

The words hung in the air, and I felt as if the ground had been pulled out from beneath me. Fated mates?

I had heard the stories, of course – the legendary bond between two werewolves who were destined to be together.

But the thought that I, of all people, could be connected to this enigmatic professor in such a profound way was almost too much to comprehend.

"Fated mates?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "B-But how... how is that possible?"

Jake closed the distance between us, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and earnestness. "I know it’s a lot to take in," he said, "but it’s true. From the moment I saw you, I felt a connection, a pull that I couldn’t explain. And now, after what happened last night, I realize that you are my mate – my one true partner in this world."

My mind raced, trying to process the implications of his words. I thought back to the night before, to the way I had been drawn to this man, to the way his touch had set my skin on fire.

Could it be that our connection was more than just a fleeting moment of intimacy?

"But how can you be sure?" I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty. "How can you know that we’re... fated mates?"

Jake reached out, gently taking my hands in his own. "I can feel it, Alyssa," he said, his thumb caressing the soft skin of my knuckles.

"It’s as if a part of me has been missing, and now, with you here, I feel complete. I know it’s a lot to process, but I need you to understand – we’re meant to be together."

I stared at Jake, my mind still reeling from what he had just said. I couldn't quite grasp the reality of the situation.

His words echoed in my head, and I felt a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, fear, and a strange flicker of hope. “I don’t know what to say,” I finally managed, “I’m afraid of what everyone will say, especially now that you’re my teacher.”

Jake’s smile was soft and understanding, and he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a soothing murmur.

“For now, it’s our little secret,” he said, his words wrapped in a gentle tone that seemed to calm my racing thoughts.

He gave me a reassuring wink, and for a moment, the tension in my chest eased.

I looked up at him, trying to process his words and the meaning behind that playful wink. My heart was still pounding from everything that had happened earlier.

The breakup with Tom, the betrayal, the confusion—I felt like I was caught in a storm, and Jake’s unexpected kindness was a small but significant anchor.

The hallway outside the classroom felt distant and unreal, like a dream I couldn’t quite wake up from. Jake’s presence beside me was grounding, and I could feel a sense of safety in the midst of my turmoil. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.