My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

' Chapter 0417 I gazed up at the small window above my head; it was high enough that I couldn’t \ reach it without standing on something.

The light that peered through was fading, I which meant it was becoming dusk i quickly. I knew once night fell completely, I'd be in even more danger.

That’s when the creatures of the night start lurking around because they can blend with the shadows. Like evil rogues, dark witches, vampires, and other rogue shifters.

My heart was pounding at the very thought; it wouldn’t be long before they could smell me and come looking for me.

I doubt Professor Xander properly sealed this barn before he left. Why would he? The whole point of this is to kill me without getting his hands dirty.

I pressed my lips together angrily; I was stupid to try and investigate him by

wrong with me, but this was a feeling I never had before, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it, I'took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing on my senses though they weren't particularly strong. If I could just figure out where I am, I might be able to find my way out of here, As I gathered my senses, the strong smell of Hay and mildew consumed my nose, making me want to gag. But then I heard something that made me

rustling of trees from the wind, but these footsteps fell in line with one another, so

they belonged to more

it could be someone who could I help me. As my hopes began to rise that I was about to get out of there, the words

no one... even if you think they can be trusted, when it

but as I lay

was approaching this barn was not a

voices. It sounded like a guy and a girl and once they neared the barn doors, the

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didn’t even bother locking them. I saw the figure of a guy walking into the barn. He was shirtless with a pair of ripped jeans and he was barefoot. His hair was on the longer side, resting just above his shoulders and it looked wet from rain. I hadn't even realized it was raining... or maybe it was sweat? His back was turned from me so I couldn’t get a good look at his face, but I saw deep and gnarly scratches on his back, making me wince. I'm sure that

which was also wet, and she I I wore a bra with a pair of jeans