Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Chapter 182

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Tamara POV

"Dean Smith," I gasped, as I tried to catch my breath. "Professor Tulip-

I had rushed past his secretary, who tried to stop me, to enter his room. Dean Smith was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk, reading a document. He jerked his head up, his brow furrowing. I licked my lips as every thought inside my mind vanished. What the hell was I doing?

'You're doing it for Matt, Angel growled inside me. 'He is our mate. Say it!

'No, I will be rejecting him.'

'Don't say that,' Angel whined.

"What is it?" Dean Smith asked, clearly angry with the way I stormed in his office unannounced.

His secretary opened the door behind me. "I'm so sorry, Dean," she said. "She just barged in! I tried to stop her."

Dean Smith lowered the document. He stared at me, with narrowed his eyes, his bald head shining in the light. "What is it about?" he asked, the crinkles around his eyes becoming prominent.

I swallowed. "Professor Tulip is in dire emergency. I–I think she is having a s- seizure. She was teaching herbology to Matt Erikson because he had missed an assignment."

Dean paled, his weathered face looking older. He got up from his chair. "Where is she?" he asked as circled the desk and

stand

"On the third floor."

girl! Show me where she is." Then he turned to

looking like she had seen a ghost, and went on to inform the medical team of the campus. I rushed out of Dean's room, toward the elevator. We reached the room where Tulip with my fingers crossed, If this went down, I

to the moon goddess. Goddess, save me this time. I will be very docile, sweet, and keep my head low. Not

tracks as he stared at what was happening. I collided with him and

doing?" he shouted.

My eyes widened in shock when I saw what was happening. Bradly was sitting on the chair, shirtless, in his boxers, as Tulip hands were on his neck and back. He was blushing heavily. His clothes were lying in a heap near him. Matt was standing in front of them without

Bradley whimpered, "Help me..."

wanted to bleach my eyes, my mind and everything in

whipped her head to look at us. Blood drained from her face and she practically jumped back from Brad, like she had touched burning rock. “D-Dean Smith!" she whimpered as she glanced

like a professor was inappropriately touching Bradley, who was her student, and that too when he was bare. This was horrible. Like sexual

sides. "How dare you do that to a student?" he shouted, his spit flying

as she darted her gaze between all of us. "I-I was just teaching herbology to Matt. H-he

heard too!" Smith barked. "And you had to teach him behind

on?"

gulped, looking like she would faint now. "Th-this is not Matt," she stuttered. But Dean Smith was mad. His face turned red. "Come to my office immediately, Miss Montana!" Saying that he pivoted and strode toward the door. However, he turned to look at me and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry. Report to my office in an hour. He glared at Tulip, who was now fumbling with her books and purse, and walked out of the room. Just then the medical team arrived. Great. More witnesses.

was so flustered that she dropped her books. None of us went to help

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the Dean, she threw a hateful gaze at me, which said this isn't over i shougged and she huffed

at him as he wore hes clothes with a gen. "Yoga such a deadly fucker Matt said, his