Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Chapter 182

Hilarious

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

to stand

"On the third floor."

he covered the distance to the door, commanding, "Come on, girl! Show me where she is."

the biggest lie I'd ever spoken and I swear I was going to give Brad a boot on his head if things went down. The secretary nodded, 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

a silent prayer to the moon goddess. Goddess, save me this time. I will be very docile, sweet, and keep my head low. Not only that, I would offer

didn't bother knocking the door. He simply barged in, and stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at what was happening.

fuck are you doing?" he shouted. But at

from his side, my heart beating wildly. 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

Bradley whimpered, "Help me..."

bleach my eyes, my

from her face and she practically jumped back from Brad, like she had touched burning rock. “D-Dean Smith!" she whimpered

it, it seemed like a professor was inappropriately touching Bradley, who was her student, and that too when he was bare. This was horrible. Like sexual harassment horrible. I had to bite my lower lip to stop smiling or

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

all of us. "I-I was just teaching herbology

barked. "And you had to teach him behind

on?"

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. They blinked their eyes at the scene unfolding in front of them. "Sorry, false alarm," Dean grunted and walked past them. The

None of us went to

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gaze at me, which said

gone, Matt burst out laughing. Brad threw his shirt at him as he wore hes clothes with a gen. "Yoga such a deadly fucker Matt said, his shoulders rolling with laughter "Of, Velev I've never seen something as hitaron a