Her Mate Is The Playboy Professor

r and call my name. Groggily, I opened my eyes,

dra as she rose from the bed. I let out a loud yawn and stretched as the soft morning ligh

sity student and a writer. At twenty-three years o

nterested in any guy because I'm infatuated with the fictional male characters in my novels. You see, I'm a writer, and most of my work falls into the smut category. The male chara

eighteen, but here I am at twenty-three, and that hope has dwindled. Maybe I'm just not destined to have a ma

e of the five reasons why I'm still here. I know you must be curio

ake your bath before our morning classes?" Sandra yel

found solace in the written word late into the night. I was in the midst of crafting a new smut short story about a high school teacher and his studen

ra entered the room. She frowned deepl

d, her arms crossed in anger. "Do you wa

nce it was history. I had a strong dislike for the history Professor

class this morning," I said wearily,

o history class?" She asked

y know why,

istory Professor?

" I r

mind after I tell you the good new

?" I asked, ful

we have a new history Professor now," s

ious

ow the best part? The new Prof

her smile vanished when she saw that

?" Sandra asked. "Yo

tory Professor is handsome. I'm excited b

. "Just get ready so we can leave for clas

ed out of the room, shut

or that Sandra said is handsome?" a feminine voice ech

in my messy bed. Sheets of paper filled with my writing and ideas were scattered across my small desk. My creati

than you can imagine?" Amelia asked as I dragged

re my recommended eyeglasses. "And even if the new Professor is as handsome as Sandra cl

all expectations?" Ameli

elia," I replied before

my mind. I was planning to complete my short stories this morning, but I guess I'd be doing that after I return from classes. My world revolved

for my much-needed shower. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my pajamas, my mind s

r tale, the chemistry between the high school teacher and his student was sizzling, and I couldn't wait to delve deeper into the

the faucet, the warm water cascading over my tired body marked the beginning of another day in my life;

allowing me to focus on the tasks ahead. As the steam enveloped me in the shower, I contemplated the day's agenda. My classes

bathroom, now fully dressed in my university attire. I had chosen a comfortable yet stylish outfit that was c

red a quick breakfast, knowing that I was often too preoccupied with my writing to eat a proper meal in the morning. The arom

filled with notebooks and a laptop, I was

e captivating. Students hustling to and from classes, the lively chatter in the hallways, and the fresh

d Briarwood University, known as one of the finest in the world. This university had both humans and us werewolves as stud

was born. The pack members had to flee to the human world. Back then, my parents and Sandra's parents were just kids, so our grandparents made the difficult choice to move to New York City, along wi

hall buzzed with its usual commotion as students settled into their seats, flipping through textbooks and chatting with frie

I quickly grew bored of hearing others describe him as handsome, sexy, and all sorts of irrelevant things that d

hushed to an immediate silence. It was as if someone had hit the mute button in the room. All

other. My eyes widened with shock as I beheld the Professor. A rush of emotio

uded an air of charisma that was simply magnetic. His chiseled features were accentuated by a perfectly groomed bea

, and my vivid imagination often painted elaborate scenes in my mind, but nothing could have prepared me for this moment. I felt as though my very essence

icance. My wolf howled and stirred within me, a primal recognition that defied all reason. I felt a strong connection that I had been yea

s gaze met mine. His eyes, those enigmatic, magnetic green eyes, locked onto mine wit

been silent before, but in that moment, it felt as though the universe itself had held its breath. I

f, Amelia, yelled excitedly in my head. "We've f

o was I. And I was still shocked by the

he was a spectacle to behold. I was captivated by his prese

ing, everyone," he began, his voice a deep and soothing resonance that seemed to resonate

ke Hemsworth, my new professor. The idea that he is my mate was a surreal notion, an

eld over the room were undeniable. The subject of history, which had often seemed mundane, suddenly became captivati

infectious. His words seemed to hang in the air, drawing the students in like a moth

on at me. My mind was still swimming in a sea of fascination, and the words didn't register. It wasn't

hispered, "Bella, he's

nse. My heart raced, and a flush of embarrassment crept over me. This was an opportunity to impress my new, hand