My Hateful Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Episode 8

Footsteps tappered outside the door, a cold sweat ran over my face as I closed the tabs and tried to open a new one. My heart beat quickened, I felt scared. He was going to kill me. My professor was going to kill me. But I was ready to risk my life on this. The door was opened, making it bang against the door. An angry professor, Declan, entered the room. He wrapped the laptop in my hands at a quick speed.

"I knew something was wrong. What the hell were you doing?’’ He asked, as he typed away at the computer. I got up, feeling shaken and afraid. I stood there beside him, as he sat down on his chair and stared at the laptop, trying to find what I was doing. I had my fingers crossed. I was shaken to death. He smirked when he found the recently opened tab. “Facebook.’’ He laughed, as he opened the tab under it that showed the recently sent text message.

“That’s a little dumb,’’ he looked at me, “You should know that this was a test.’’

“ A test?’’ I gasped, panic settling inside me. It was a test. He got up, and I stepped back. Every stride he took towards me had me doubling back. I didn’t want him to touch me. Or to kill me.

I turned to run, seeing the door was wide open. But, he gripped the back of my neck for an instant. A cold chill ran over my body. He turned me around so i was facing him. I was crying, and I didn't know what was going to happen. Then he let me go, and he gripped my wrists. "You did this to yourself, Elena, but I'm going to enjoy it.'' He pulled me out the door and rushed down the stairs with me. I didn't understand what was happening, and I just followed along. I didn't notice the dark corner doors on the floor below. Then, I realized what was happening. "NO. Please no!'' Somehow, I managed to wiggle my hand out of his death grip, and without wasting a second, I turned and I run. But i didn't even make it a long distance before he caught up to me. Guards surrounded the entire mansion. He gripped my hair and dragged me down the basement. I kept begging and crying. I kept screaming, but he wouldn't hear me. He would let me go.

"I'm afraid of the dark. Please don't leave me there.'' I felt like I was having a panic attack. I dragged my nails across the floor, looking for something to grip on. I held onto the rails of the dungeon staircase. Refusing to let go.

"Don't make this any harder for yourself darling.'' He smirked, as he looked at me, hugging the metal rail.

"No no no. Please no.'' I shook my head as I looked at him, tears cascaded down my cheeks.

"Darling, let go of the rails.'' His voice was soft and soothing. I paused as I looked at him. But I knew this was a trick.

"My name is Elena Montgomery, i'm not from around her. I came here to pursue my literature degree and write a book. I love ice cream, and cake and, unpopularly, lettuce. I love painting, reading novels, ..''

"What, what is this?'' He shook his head, seeming annoyed. My tears did nothing to him.

"My parents are extremely worried." I thought they hated me because I refused to follow the family business. I have a dream of being a famous author one day, and being a good mother some day. Please, Professor Declan, I am just a small girl from a small town. I am sorry for whatever you think I did, but this is not what i deserve. Please.''

For a moment, we engaged in a staring contest. He had paused, and he was looking at me like he believed me. But then his eyes had a flicker. From his normal color to that wolf color and then back. He bent, and he met my eyes. "Unlucky for you, my dear mate, I don't care.'' He gripped my hands, and untangled me from the metal bar before I could fight back. I screamed as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I hit his back, and he barely flinched. My pleas fell on deaf years. It wasn't long before we entered the darkness that was my cell. He set me down on the ground gently, something I didn't quite understand. When he turned to leave, I gripped his foot.

"You hate me, I get it. But no man can hate a stranger like this.'' I looked at him with teary eyes. "Please let me go. I'll be good. You'll never hear from me. I won't tell the cops, I'll go, and I'll never come back. I will keep everything that happened here a secret.''

Declan looks at me, his head shakes, then he turns to the doors. "Mia!'' His voice is high and mighty. It's only a few seconds before Mia enters through the doors. I look at her, and I can't help but feel betrayed. "Get me a knife." His command sends shivers down my spine. I let go of his foot as I dragged myself back.

"Will this help?'' Mia pulls a dagger from the side of her sock, as if she's always carrying it. With teary eyes, I looked at the person I thought to be my best friend. " Are we finally going to kill her Alpha?'' She turns to her brother as she hands him the dagger. Professor Declan shook his head. He turns to me, and I'm already crawling as far away from him as I can get. He gripped my ankle suddenly, dragging me back to where Mia was standing.

"No! Please !'' I didn't know what I was doing, but perhaps begging would help me.

" Mia.'' He calls out, and she steps further in. Hold her down and hold out her wrist. While Mia approaches me, I try to crawl away, but Declan is still holding my foot. I keep crying, kicking and screaming. Mia holds me down with ease. She has a death grip on my hand. Her other hand holds my shoulders firmly. I can barely move a muscle.

I watch as Declan turns the knife on himself. And suddenly, for some reason, the thought of seeing him hurt scares me the most. He cuts his own wrists, and it feels like my heart has stopped. But before my eyes, the initial blood that the wound drew was the only thing visible. It had clotted around a non-existent injury. I watched, as the wound closed in on itself. The flesh assembles like weaving strings. It didn't even seem like he'd cut himself. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, afraid.

"Now you.'' He said gently as he gripped my wrist. But I started fighting and shaking myself.

" Please stop, I'm not like you.'' Why did he want to kill me? He knew that I was not a monster like him. Is this what he had been planning all along. " Mia, please, help me.'' I begged, but she did nothing except hold me down. I felt the blade run across the flesh of my wrists, I felt the pain. I let out an ear-piercing scream. I looked at my hand as he cut, he went from one side of my wrist to the other. No matter how much I screamed and begged, he didn't budge, and his grip on my hand was deadly. Then his eyes quipped with shock as he stared down at my hand. The wetness of the blood on my hand began to disappear. I paused. I looked at the wound. I saw my open wound sucking the blood back in. Then, the wound itself sealed like nothing had happened.

I froze, I looked at my hand, refusing to believe what had just happened.